The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 130: Best mom

Chapter 130: Best mom

"So?" Fil’s eyes swirled with intrigue while watching Marcus chew the food. "Did it change your mind?"

Marcus partially narrowed his eyes, swallowing the food down.

"Is that what you’re trying to do here?" he pointed at the food with his fork. "Or were you showing me you are a wife material?"

"So it’s good," she grinned triumphantly. "It’s been a while since I cooked something. I thought I lost the skill."

"You’re not only an amazing engineer but also a great cook." Marcus nodded in satisfaction while she giggled. "Where did you learn how to cook? Took a lesson for the future?"

"Did you forget the household I was raised? Because if you didn’t, I’m sure you’ll know this is a skill I have to learn."

"I told you." he shrugged. "I don’t know much about you, which is strange."

"And why is it strange?"

"Because we’ve been friends for a long time."

Fil leaned her arms against the table. "We’re friends, but we’re not that close, I think?"

"I thought we were pretty close?"

"Marcus, you never took time to get to know me. We also never hang out together. The only time we talk to each other is when I stay in the corner at a party I don’t want to be in or when you have a favor to make."

"Is that how you see me?" he also rested his arms against the table, looking at the beautiful yet simple woman across from him. "That I only talked to you when I have a favor to make?"

"That’s not what I’m saying." She smiled. "But now that you mentioned it, I think... you’re right. Now, I’m a little upset."

"I was careful," he clarified. "You and Vincent were together. I don’t want people to misunderstand."

"I was kidding. No need to be so defensive," she chuckled and picked up her cutleries. "By the way, I have to make a stop before we go to Kenzo’s place."

Marcus nodded as he had already eaten another spoonful. "Sure."

"You’re not going to ask where?" she wondered, only to see him tilt his head a little. "Or ask what for?"

"Seeing that you don’t have anything in here that seemed to be a gift, I assumed you’re going to buy something for him," he casually explained. "It’s not polite to visit a sick friend without bringing them flowers or fruits."

"Wow," Fil blurted out, making him laugh charmingly.

’That... is scary,’she thought, looking at him blankly for a second. ’Good thing I cleaned up Jackson’s things except his shirt that I’m wearing. Maybe Kenzo is right. I don’t fully know Marcus. He’s much more observant than Vincent.’

"So?" Marcus cleared his throat. "What are you thinking of buying for him?"

"Bobba."

"What?"

"He wants some bobba," she clarified after she mentally shook her head. "There are already plenty of fruits in his brother’s place and he doesn’t like flowers."

Marcus just nodded mildly while listening to her. ’So, she’s been in his brother’s place as well? Not just in the hospital, huh?’

"That’s too bad," he forced a smile. "I already bought him flowers."

"You did?"

"We’re visiting your friend together. I can’t just come without bringing anything for him." He cast her a knowing look. "And Kenzo might be the first person to know our setup. So, I want to leave a good impression."

’The injuries you already left him were already a great impression to leave.’

"From what I see, Kenzo is a person you deeply trust," he continued. "I don’t want him talking you out of this setup just because he has a bad impression of me."

"Kenzo isn’t like that."

"Vincent is my friend," Marcus pointed out knowingly. "And he’s your ex. You two were engaged not long ago so that alone can leave a bad impression on good people like Kenzo."

"Then we’ll tell him the truth!" she suggested. "That we’re going out because we had no choice."

"Is that how you feel about us?"

"That’s not what I mean," she cajoled. "But it’s less hassle if we say it like that."

"Up to you, sure." He nodded. "After all, we just started going out yesterday. And to make it worse, it’s even an unofficial dating."

"Blame your confusion on that."

Marcus chuckled and took another bite.

"You really like it?" Fil inquired, noticing he had already consumed half of the food throughout their conversation. "Did you have breakfast?"

"I did." Marcus gazed down and was also mildly surprised at his plate. But his surprise didn’t last long as it was immediately replaced with gentleness. "Yeah, I like it more than I thought I did."

"I’m flattered," she returned, smiling proudly as she started eating as well.

As she did, Marcus kept his gaze on her. Fil barely had makeup on, but her raw and natural look was even more pleasing to the eye. She glanced up at him after taking a bite, offering him a beautiful smile as soon as she caught him staring.

"So, this is how you look at home?" he muttered, making her raise her brows while chewing. "It’s not bad."

"It’s not bad means... it’s bad," she humored after swallowing her food. "Does that mean I always look that bad?"

"That’s not what I’m saying."

"Me too. That’s not what I’m saying." Her rebuttal was quick as the wind. "Before I decided to take care of myself, I always go out like this. Except for the loose shirt, pajama, and a little messy hair, of course. I mean, I’m worse now with just all of those combined."

"You always look like this?" Marcus furrowed his brows, frowning when he juggled his memory lane to realize what she said was true.

She was always like this, even in the past. Except for those she mentioned because she usually wore conservative clothes and had kept herself neat-looking. He only noticed that now.

"Don’t feel bad," Fil reassured with a grin. "You never saw me as a woman before — we’re friends, though not that close. It’s okay. No harm taken."

"I know," he whispered, clasping her hand mildly. "I know I shouldn’t feel bad, but I do."

"Marcus."

He squeezed her hand carefully. "Sorry."

"You don’t have to." She smiled subtly, staring deeply into his eyes. "I understand."

Marcus smiled back at her, keeping his hand on her.

*******

Meanwhile...

"Mom, I hate her!" Valerie wept into her mother’s arms. "I didn’t do anything, but brother doesn’t believe me."

"Oh, dear." A slightly chubby middle-aged woman cajoled on the bed. She stroked Valerie’s back gently, trying to calm her daughter, as she had been on a hunger strike since her brother slapped her.

Valerie slowly pulled her head back. "Mom, can’t you give me back my card? I can’t see my friends because my brother froze all my accounts."

"I’m sorry, sweetheart."

"Mom! Why does my brother have control of everything?" Valerie harrumphed in dismay, pushing her mother away. "You were his parents, but even you can’t say no when he’s punishing me. He slapped me, Mom! How can you not do anything about that?"

"Valerie, dearest, your brother and father are already tiptoeing around your grandfather." The middle-aged woman sighed heavily. "If your grandfather found out about what you did —"

"I said I didn’t do anything!" yelled Valerie in defense. "Mom, you don’t believe me?"

"Of course, I believe you."

"Then, why —"

"Sweetie, I believe you," her mother repeated, holding Valerie’s hand tightly. "That is why I’m planning to talk to that woman, who’s been poisoning our family and put her back in her place."

Valerie’s anger-stricken expression slowly softened. "You will?"

"Of course." The woman nodded, smiling reassuringly. "In no time, she will see you and beg for your forgiveness."

"Really?" Valerie smiled in relief. "You can do that?"

"Have I ever broken a promise with you?"

"Mom!" Valerie lunged toward her mother, embracing her cheerfully. "You’re the best."

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