Love Jason

Chapter 34

Emily's POV

''Hey, my love.'' 

As Marco's voice filled the room, a flood of emotions washed over me. I couldn't believe he was here, standing before me at this unexpected moment.

"How... How..." I stuttered, my words trailing off as Marco closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, I hesitated for a moment before surrendering to the intensity of our connection. With Marco's arms around me, I felt a sense of calm amidst the chaos that had consumed my thoughts.

Without uttering another word, we lost ourselves in each other, the world around us fading away as we clung to each other, finding solace in the embrace of our love.

As we pulled apart, Marco's whispered words pierced the air, filled with longing and a depth of emotion that mirrored my feelings. "God, I missed you. You cannot imagine how much," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tears welled up in my eyes at his words, the ache of his absence weighing heavily on my heart. "I miss you too," I replied softly, my voice trembling with emotion. "But you're the one who insisted I stay in that house. It's been pure torture, and Don Jason..." I began, but Marco's interruption cut me off.

"Did he do anything to you? Did he touch you?" His words were filled with fierce protectiveness, his gaze searching mine for any sign of harm.

I shook my head quickly, reassuring him with a heartfelt gaze. "No, Marco, nothing like that. He's been... difficult, but I've managed," I replied, grateful for his concern but relieved to assure him that I was unharmed.

"So why are you here? Why did you visit the hospital? When I heard you were coming to the hospital, I was worried. I knew I had to come," Marco asked, his concern evident in his voice.

"I... I..." I stammered, struggling to find the words to explain my actions to Marco. How could I tell him that I had run away from the house without his knowledge?

"Marco, can you take me away from here?" I blurted out, my voice filled with desperation and longing. I knew it was a lot to ask of him, but I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from him any longer.

Marco's gaze softened, and he reached out to gently take my hand in his. "Of course, my love. I'll take you wherever you want to go," he replied, his voice filled with determination.

"What about the driver? Don Jason insisted he keeps an eye on me," I voiced my concern to Marco, feeling a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.

Marco chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't worry about him, Emily. I'll take care of him," he reassured me with a confident smile.

At that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care about what Marco planned to do with the driver. All that mattered to me was being with Marco, away from the suffocating confines of the hospital and the watchful gaze of the driver.

Marco left me alone in the room for a while, but soon returned, his presence filling me with a sense of reassurance. Without a word, he took me by the hand and gently pulled me out of the room.

"Let's go. The driver will not be a bother," Marco said with a confident smile, his voice soothing and calm.

Feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me, I followed Marco as he led me to his car. With each step, the weight of my worries began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and freedom.

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We drove in absolute silence, the quiet of the car enveloping us as we made our way to Marco's family home. I couldn't help but wonder why he had brought me here instead of his apartment, but I didn't dare ask. All that mattered was being with him, and I trusted that he had his reasons.

As Marco helped me out of the car and led me into the house, my heart raced with anticipation. Before I could even process what was happening, Kenna rushed in and enveloped me in a tight hug.

"I can't believe you're back. I never thought my brother would bring you back," she exclaimed, her words filled with genuine surprise and joy.

"It's so good to see you too, Kenna," I replied, returning her hug with equal warmth and affection.

But before Kenna could suggest catching up over a bottle of wine, Marco intervened.

"She's my fiancée, and she needs to be with me. So go away, little sister," Marco said firmly, his protective instincts shining through in his words.

"We will find time to catch up, Kenna, I promise," I reassured her, returning her sad smile with a gentle one of mine.

As Marco led me to his room, a sense of relief washed over me. The weight that had been pressing down on my chest seemed to lift as I sank onto his bed, surrounded by the familiar comfort of his presence.

Being back in Marco's room felt like coming home, a haven where I could finally relax and let go of the worries that had been plaguing me.

Marco moved to join me in bed, but his phone rang, interrupting the moment. I noticed a shift in his demeanour as he answered the call.

"Can you give me a minute? I need to handle something," he said, his voice tense with a sense of urgency. Before I could even respond, he quickly left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry at Marco's sudden change in behaviour. "What could be so urgent that he had to leave me like this? I hoped it was nothing serious," I said to myself, but a sense of unease lingered in the air as I waited anxiously for his return.

As I lay in Marco's bed, trying to push away thoughts of Jason that kept creeping into my mind, a nagging feeling lingered, refusing to be ignored. There was something about Jason, something that drew me to him despite everything, and I hated that feeling.

"Should I tell Marco that I had saved Jason from dying once before?" I asked myself, the memory of that fateful day still vivid in my mind.

But as I weighed the pros and cons of revealing the truth to Marco, I couldn't shake the feeling that keeping this a secret from Marco was somehow dishonest. Marco deserved to know the full truth about my involvement with Jason; he had to know that I had met him before.

As I waited for Marco to return, the minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. With each passing moment, my anxiety grew, fueled by the uncertainty of what could be keeping him away for so long.

I tried to occupy my mind with other thoughts, but the nagging worry about Marco's prolonged absence lingered at the forefront of my thoughts. What could be so urgent that he hadn't returned yet?