Love Comes To Me

Mark pulled into the yard and waited for Paulina and Sweety to get out of the car before speaking in a warm voice, "I have a social function tonight and I may be a little late." Paulina smiled, "Okay, I understand."

With that, she gently admonished, "Drive slowly and drink less."

Marcos nodded, started the car and drove off.

She watched him drive away before Paulina turned and went inside.

Marcos went to the office first to take care of work and, as the hour approached, headed to one of the upscale clubs in J-town.

As soon as he walked in, the staff greeted him cordially, "Welcome, may I ask if you have a prior appointment?"

Alfredo stepped forward, "We are here to see Mr. Chavez".

The staff member's expression became clear: "So this is Sister Chavez's guest, come this way."

He then led them to the third floor and stopped in front of a private room, reaching out to push the door, "Mr. Chavez is inside, please come in."

Immediately the sound of joking and laughter came from inside, it was very lively.

Marcos looked sideways at Alfredo next to him, "Wait for me outside".

And with that, he went inside.

Alfredo looked at the closed door of the box in front of him and frowned.

The prince had no business coming to this party, but if Father Chavez hadn't threatened to end the partnership, he wouldn't have given him the benefit of the doubt.

As soon as Marcos entered, everyone present silently agreed to keep their mouths shut and watch him slowly approach.

With his presence, the compartment, which had been quite large, felt inexplicably cramped.

Even the air pressure dropped a few degrees.

The man sitting in the center of the couch was none other than Mr. Chavez, who reacted first, stood up and approached him, patting Marcos on the shoulder with a smile on his face, "Long time no see, Marcos." Marcos looked sideways at his hand, with a subdued expression.

Seeing that Marcos didn't flinch, Mr. Chavez couldn't help but smile, "Ah, yes, I forgot you had amnesia, you must have forgotten about me as an old friend." "Forgotten indeed." Marcos spoke faintly.

Mr. Chavez froze and then let out a laugh, "Okay, tonight I will help you remember our past and show you how much we have known each other."

He sat Marcos next to him and poured him a glass of wine, "Whoever is late will have to punish himself with a drink."

"Yes, punish himself with a drink." A man intervened.

Mark raised his eyelids and his indifferent gaze shifted to the man.

The man quickly ducked his head, cursing himself for picking a fight with Marcos.

"I'm not comfortable drinking." Marcos politely declined.

Mr. Chavez raised an eyebrow and sneered with a smile, "You don't drink because you're afraid your sister-in-law will get mad."

Marcos said nothing.

Mr. Chavez took it as tacit acceptance and laughed, "You really listen to your sister-in-law. Like me, it doesn't matter. Here, I'll drink to you." With that, he bowed his head and drank from his glass.

Meanwhile, Marcos' handsome face remained unperturbed.

Mr. Chavez, knowing his temperament, patted him on the shoulder and pulled him close, "Marcos and I have been classmates for several years, and in terms of friendship, we must be deeper than all of you." "So Mr. Chavez and Mr. Marcos went to school together." Someone said in amazement.

"Yes, we studied abroad together, and although Marcos was cold, I wasn't afraid of him at all, and we lived near each other in the dormitory, so I used to go to his house for lunch."

Mr. Chavez rambled on about his time as a student, and from what he said, it sounded like he and Marcos had a very good relationship.

But for Marcos, he didn't remember it at all.

It was very strange.

So there was no way to confirm whether Mr. Chavez was telling the truth or not.

As the drinks went past eleven, someone suggested that a woman go keep him company, pulled out her phone and began to make arrangements.

"I'll go first." Marcos stood up suddenly.

The air was silent again.

Everyone else involuntarily tilted their heads to look at him.

Mr. Chavez stood up behind him, pointed his finger around the room and said, "Who told you to ask the women to come drink with us? It's not like that, you are scaring Mr. Marcos." "Well, then I'll tell them not to come." The man who had suggested that the women come took out his cell phone and was about to make a call.

At that moment, Marcos spoke up, "No, I'll come back first."

And he headed for the door.

Alfredo, who was waiting outside, was falling asleep with his head tucked in a little.

"Alfredo."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

Alfredo was startled awake instantly, looked up to see Marcos standing right in front of him and asked in surprise, "Is it over?" "Come back."

Marcos lifted his feet and headed for the elevator.

The elevator reached the first floor and when the door opened, there were a dozen women standing outside it.

Marcos frowned slightly and quickly stepped out.

As he walked past the girls, a little voice said, "Daddy Sweety."

Marcos stopped in his tracks and turned his head to see a heavily made-up woman looking directly at him.

He recognized her immediately as Sweety's new teacher, Juanetta.

But he soon averted his eyes and continued on his way.

Tomorrow he must get the kindergarten to change the teacher.

"Mark, Mark ..." Juanetta chased after him, stopped him in his tracks and gasped, "Listen to me, let me explain, it's not what you think."

Marcos looked at her coldly and from his thin lips came a cold word, "I had nothing to do with it."

At that moment, Juanetta became anxious, she bit her lip, tears welled up in her eyes, "My father is in the hospital and he needs a lot of money for treatment, I had no choice but to come to ..." She was too shy to say anything.

"There are many ways to make money, but you chose this one. I can't imagine how you take care of naïve children during the day."

Juanetta pressed her palms together and tilted her head to look at him, "Yes, you, The Leoz family, you have a big family and you never have to worry about money. I am a normal person, I need money, I don't care what money it is. Anyway, I can't just stand by and watch my father die."

She wiped her tears hard and continued, "Of course, I'm not trying to gain your sympathy, I just hope you don't tell the daycare, I don't want to lose my job at the daycare."

Without saying anything, Marcos just walked around her and walked out.

Alfredo looked at Juanetta, who was crying her eyes out, and hurried after her.

Once in the car, Alfredo looked at Marcos in the rearview mirror and asked cautiously, "Prince, are you really going to help her hide it?"

Marcos looked up, his eyes were unperturbed, his thin lips slightly parted, "Why should I help her hide it?"

He would never allow Sweety's teacher to be such a person.

"But doesn't Little Miss like this teacher very much? In case Little Miss finds out that you've made the kindergarten change the teacher, she might get mad at you."

"No problem." Marcos turned his head to look out the window. "What would it hurt me to be a mean person than it would hurt her to have her three points of view established."