Elena's POV. The wife in me itched for me to help Marcus out of his dilemma, but I figured out that would be only adding to my stress. We were no longer on that same wavelength, why did I keep forgetting that? "Uh... Mr. Marcus isn't supposed to drink." A nurse who must have sensed my panic spoke. He was a grown man. He didn't need a chaperone. I found myself heading towards him. I did not want two people collapsing on my watch. His mother already hated me and I was not about to delude myself into thinking that it was going to change. "Hey... Do you need anything?" I asked in the most neutral way I could muster when I spotted him just around the corner. He rapped in French, his lips twisting in anger at someone who must have offended him. "No, why?" He asked, not bothering to hide his surprise, turning to gaze at me with mild curiosity. He approached me like a wounded deer. "Do you need anything?" "Nah, I just wanted to know if you were good. You said you were going t
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