My brother-in-law My husband
Chapter 27

Marco walked away and climbed the stairs to his apartment upstairs, leaving Catherine alone, lying on a long sofa, filled with white liquid and lip marks.

He was still trying to calm himself down after such an exciting activity with Marco.

To be honest, she thought she would hate him, knowing how crazy and crazy Marco was.

But he enjoyed being mostly played by Marco, making him worry about his moral grounding.

'Is it okay for me to play with a crazy demon like him? Why do I enjoy it more than I thought?'

'Am I actually as perverted as him?' Catherine wondered.

Pondering, the liquid on his face started to drip, passing through his tightly shut mouth.

'Good thing I closed my mouth in time. Otherwise, I'll have to swallow it.' Catherine was relieved. Marcell had never done anything more than a casual relationship, there was no foreplay whatsoever, so he never knew if he should swallow a man's fluids.

He got up and went back to the bathroom, washing his body twice. The liquid proved to be very sticky and thick.

**

After taking a shower, Catherine dried herself and stared at the bathroom mirror, checking for kiss marks on her neck and shoulders.

It was very clear, and knowing her skin, it took a while to fade. The best he could do was to use a layer of foundation and concealer to cover it.

He sighed full of misery, "What's wrong with him, seriously? He was angry with me in the morning and even accused me of underestimating him. But then, she suddenly came back and played with my body in various ways, including making kiss marks. The change in her mood was completely unpredictable."

"I really don't know what that crazy guy is thinking."

**

Catherine was wearing a regular shirt and jeans. He climbed the stairs to Marco's apartment and stopped before stepping up to the final staircase.

He was worried about Marco's uncertainty.

But he still had to cook lunch, Marco's apartment kitchen was larger, and the ingredients were more complete, though somewhat messy.

'Come on, Catherine, get yourself ready. It's part of your job to cook, remember?' Catherine sang in her heart.

He stepped on the last step and walked into the kitchen.

His eyes darted into the living room and saw Marco sitting there.

He was wearing new sweatpants and a black shirt. She had just taken a shower, evidently with her wet hair.

She seemed to be reading something from her iPad, which Catherine had expected about the job because she looked serious.

"Are you going to cook dinner, Catherine?" marco asked, but his eyes were still glued to the iPad screen.

"A—Ah, yes, I have prepared the material before…." Catherine answered obediently, afraid that Marco would suddenly snap at her for any reason.

Marco grinned at the end of his lips, yet he still did not take his eyes off the screen, "Tell me if you need help, I can cook a little."

Marco offers.

Catherine was afraid this might be another trap that would trigger Marco. He was afraid of making a mistake and accidentally offended her.

'Oh, I'd rather cook myself, than scold Marco again, ' Catherine thought.

"Thank you, but I can cook by myself," Catherine refused politely, and Marco chuckled.

Marco finally lifted his head and looked at Catherine who stood up doubtfully. He was quite far from his position, so he took the frameless glasses from the drawer and paid close attention to them.

"Why are you so nervous? I'm done playing with you today. Or maybe you want to play again?"

"T—No! I need to cook lunch now!" Catherine immediately ran into the kitchen and started busying herself.

Marco thought Catherine's nervousness was a little charming. He put down his iPad and walked into the kitchen.

Catherine lowered her head as she prepared the materials on the long marble kitchen table when Marco suddenly barged in and sat down on the chair directly opposite to her.

She propped up her cheeks with her hands and asked, "What are you going to do for lunch, sister-in-law?"

Catherine focused on preparing lunch. She is much more serious when cooking because it is one of her hobbies as a housewife. He doesn't know what Marco likes, but he still remembers that Marco loved the homemade roast he made when he was a kid.

Every time he visited the Sebastian Mansion, Marco always monopolized him and asked for grilled meat, pizza, or even fish and chips with sauce on the side.

"I don't know if you still like it, but I'll make a grilled meat for lunch. The rainy season is near, and the wind is getting cold, so it'll warm you up" Catherine said. He smiled faintly while preparing the meat.

"You like the roast I made when I was a kid. But I don't know if you remember.."

Marco raised his eyebrows, and a grin fell on his lips,

"Do you know that I have personally been served by many top chefs from all over the world? Even sometimes some celebrity chef cooks for me."

"I—It was amazing…." Catherine muttered nervously.

"Right," Marco finds that Catherine becomes a little careless when he calls the top chef and the celebrity. He chuckled when he found his reaction interesting,

"I've tasted so many dishes. Do you think the homemade grilled meat from ten years ago would still be my favorite?"

"I don't know…." Catherine's confused. She's just a regular housewife. She cooks many of the traditional dishes she learned from her mother and recipes from cookbooks and the internet.

But he was clearly not on par with those top chefs.

"I—I can cook some dishes from other countries if you want. I can also, um. I'll try to replicate the recipe of a top chef…."

"no need. I don't think you can match them. Because they were the original cooks of the cuisine," answered Marco ketus, dropping Catherine's hopes.

"Stay use your roast meat first. I'll check if it's good enough to eat."

"I'm—I'll try my best…." Catherine tried to encourage herself.

Marco grunting. He got up from the chair, "Well, because you don't want me to help, you alone. Make sure you make a good grilled meat because if it doesn't taste good, you might lose your job."

"What?!" Catherine raised her head and looked at Marco, who was grinning at her.

"What's? Why are you so surprised? Cooking is part of your job, remember? Of course, I hope you become a good cook who meets my expectations," Marco said.

"I can hire a top chef to cook for me, so if you're the one who cooks for me every day, that means you have to live up to my expectations. I won't eat disgusting dishes just because you made them."

"T—But—I'm not koki—"

Marco ignores her and refuses to listen to Catherine's nervous chatter. He returned to the living room and read the stock charts from his iPad again.

Catherine was getting nervous now. He knew how to make the perfect roast, even with side dishes if he wanted to.

Little Marco will love his cooking, but what about the adult Marco? The adults she had a lot of experience over ten years growing up alone abroad.

'Okay, take a deep breath, Catherine. Just make it as usual, and hopefully it can be accepted by Marco.'