Chapter 1233

She glanced at Marcus, engrossed in his work, and then at the rain pelting the windows. She couldn’t

help but feel fortunate. It was as if even the heavens were conspiring in her favor.

Shera smiled.

“You look busy, going back to work once you finish with Lunch.”

“Yeah,” replied Marcus.

Shera rubbed her nose, feeling awkward.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder clap outside. The wind and rain was heavy, shaking the trees

around the house. Instantly, the expression on Marcus’ face changed. The blue veins on his forehead

bulged.

He gulped, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

He closed his computer, stood up abruptly and rushed upstairs. It was happening again.

Celeste had just wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and was going downstairs when she bumped

into Marcus on the staircase.

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She looked at him with a small frown.

“Going to take a nap? I asked the servants to make sure your room was cleaned everyday.”

Marcus didn’t even acknowledge her, but Celeste walked down to the Living room, finding nothing

strange with his attitude.

Shera on the hand, felt that something was wrong with Marcus. She looked in the direction of the

staircase, unable to keep the frown away from her face.

Celeste sat down and followed Shera’s gaze. She assumed that Shera was upset because she wanted

to spend a little more time with Marcus.

“He must be really tired. He went to take a rest.”

Shera nodded and forced herself to look at Celeste.

“Have a pear. It was picked from the farm. It’s very sweet.”

On the second floor, Marcus closed the door behind him. His body felt hot, like he was burning from

within. He clenched his sweaty fists and tried to control himself.

Suddenly, he turned around with a loud groan and hit his fist against the wall. His eyes were bloodshot

as they stared into nothingness. This seemed to be the only way he could vent out how he felt.

A servant happened to be passing by his door at this time. His guttural groan scared and alerted them.

“Mr. Thomas? Mr. Thomas?”

Hearing the panic in the voices upstairs, Celeste looked towards the staircase.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mrs. Thomas, something is wrong with Mr. Thomas!” answered a servant.