Chapter 103 Never been dumbstruck

Marina's POV

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Few hours ago

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I woke up as early as I could to make breakfast. I had told Mark to meet me early this morning, so I was going to have to keep to my time too.

After making breakfast, I left a message by the fridge so Rachel would know.

" She would probably be annoyed if she didn't find any food in the morning".

Back when we were little, Rachel had always been a picky eater. She would reject most of everything and whatever she eventually eats, only one or two bites.

Back knowing her again, she had really changed. She ate anything, literally anything that tasted good. Why? I had no idea. Maybe it was stress from waiting for that bastard everyday.

"Now that's done, I can finally see Mark". I had a lot of questions to ask him, most of them about Ethan and his feelings for Mia, or Lana.

I had seen the way he treated Lana, and had also seen the way he treats Rachel, the look in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

That was the reason why I just couldn't believe it when Rachel said that she and Ethan were not dating. They acted so much like a couple it was blinding.

And now it suddenly turns out that he was in love with Lana all along? I was a director and I had been an actor for the majority of my life, since preschool for fuck sake it was impossible to fool an actor especially one that's also a director.

I literally watch people lie to my face so I know what it was like, Ethan didn't look like he was lying when he stared at Lana in disgust or when he gazed at Rachel with so much love evident in his eyes.

There had to be a reasonable explanation why he was alone with Lana... In a bar... Which most of the people had cleared out, and he was drunk... Shit. That sounded really bad.

I took my car and zoomed out, heading to the restaurant I had told Mark to meet me at.

"Ms... " A waiter respectfully bowed and I nodded.

" A reservation for Marina Lenard and Mark ". I said. The waiter nodded aftee checking for confirmation.

"Please, follow me ". He said as he began leading me into the restaurant.

I released a sigh of relief as I walked into Jens restaurant where I apparently already had a reservation for two a thanks to the owner, Lorena Nielson

I had thought that she had delayed or it wasn't done yet, but that woman was a fucking angel.

Ever since we met her at the hospital, I had kept in contact with her and she was extremely funny and nice. I called her ho yesterday and briefly explained my situation as well as Rachel's to her and she got me a reservation at the restaurant.

Last night when matk called, I has just said Jens in a hurry because Rachel was already coming back and didn't think much about it, and when I did I became immediately shocked that Mark didn't ask how or why?

Whatever now, I got the reservation and he was... He was waiting for me?!

I pulled down the shades I was wearing after the waiter brought me to my seat, and Mark was already seated.

I checked my wrist where laid a beautiful silver watch. It was just a bit past six, he was early. Really early.

A smile appeared on my face when he changed his sitting position and crossed his legs, his hands resting on them.

The black jean he wore outlining his long strong legs, and the black shirt with the first few buttons left undone which showed a bit of his toned chest. His muscles budging out of the tight shirt he wore.

He was strong, at least he looked strong, really strong. Just seeing his body structure and tallness one would assume that he had a stern face but he didn't. Instead he had defined yet soft features on his beautiful, beautiful face.

Ethan was gorgeous that was a non debatable and comparing him to Mark was just... They didn't have the same kind of beauty and that was what fascinated me the most about Mark.

It was no doubt that he was a good fighter, and strong yet he still possesses such soft and innocent and cute facial features. It was fun to watch.

While it lasted, because now he was looking at me... And he was standing up, and now he just walked up to me and his lips are moving.

For fuck sake Marina say something!

You have never been dumbstruck by a man before it's not going to start know, even if this man was really handsome and... Had... This pleading look in his eyes... I tilted my head slowly still looking at him, now his gaze on me had changed to one of concern.

Say something!!!

"Ahem!" I coughed taking a step back when I saw he was about touching me.

" Are you alright?" He asked again with concern in his eyes and I nodded.

I was the one who ought to be asking that question. He looked a mess. His normally combed to the back hair was not combed to the back, in fact it was everywhere, and his pretty eyes were hallow like someone who hadn't slept for days... And his face, handsome face had a lot of wrinkles on them.

" I'm fine". I said with a shrug refusing the urge to ask about what he was doing since it was obvious

He was definitely not doing so good.

" What do you want to talk about, say it quick". I said walking over to our reserved booth and taking a seat with Mark following after him.

" What exactly does Ethan feel for Rachel?" I asked immediately and the pleasant smile on his face turned sour, he scratched the back of his head nervously.

" You see... This, it's complicated"

Complicated?

It's just a simple yes or no question.

Fine, why not I make it a yes or no question.

"Mark, does Ethan like Rachel or not?" I asked instead as the waiter came in.

"What would you like to have?" She asked respectfully with a bow. Mark glanced at me, his eyes telling me to order for the both of us, but why would I do that?

" I just came here few minutes ago and it looks like you've been here for a long time, why not you order?"

Mark thought about what I said for a few seconds before he nodded and looked back to the waiter who was still respectfully standing by the side.

" We'll take..." He ordered pointing at the menu and the lady nodded before leaving to get what he ordered.

"Now back to my question..." I placed both hands on the table, interlocking them with one another while fully staring at him.

" Mark, tell me the truth, it's just a yes or no question, does Ethan like Rachel or not?" I asked again holding my breath for the answer.

As much as I didn't want it to, but his answer would literally define the next step in this relationship of ours.

Ethan was his boss, and Rachel my best friend. If they were not on good terms with one another, we just couldn't happen.

After what seemed like eternity, Mark nodded. " He does, a lot ".

Really?

My eyes widened with joy and a smile appeared on my lips.

"I knew it. It was just so obvious". I thought out loud basking in joy... But wait a second, if he liked Rachel... Why was he in a bar, with Lana?

I looked back at Mark with skepticism.