My brother-in-law My husband
Chapter 29

"Damn it, stop apologizing and eat now!" Marco raised his voice, and Catherine gasped in fear. It was like an order coming out of the mouth. Therefore, Catherine took the spoon despite not having any appetite.

He tried eating tender beef the size of a thumb and then started chewing again.

However, Marco grew even more upset after seeing Catherine, who was chewing very slowly. That really pissed him off.

She has to put up with women she dates who try to act like graceful princesses every time they go on dinner dates. He had already crossed them off his list because he did not like women who were pretending too much.

Now she must endure and tolerate Catherine, who is trying to do the same as well? Oh, he's been very tolerant of her.

'Come on, I'm dating a real princess secretly, and she doesn't even eat like that! It's very annoying,'

Marco cursed in his heart. He kept staring at Catherine, who was nervous. He even started counting his chews, hoping it wasn't too slow.

Catherine swallowed the tender meat that had been chewed slowly nearly fifty times in her mouth. How could he know that he chewed it slowly fifty times? Because he was consciously counting every bite, of course.

"Why are you eating like a little princess in front of me?"

"Ah—aku not—"

"Do you think you can impress me by eating like this? I've been with so many women, and many of them try to impress me by eating very slowly in small portions" Marco said. She looked really upset just because Catherine was eating so slowly.

"I—aku—" Catherine fell silent. He is also speechless by Marco's mood swings. He accidentally tried to 'impress' her by eating slowly.

In fact, he also blamed himself for eating so slowly. He would eat quickly if he could, of course.

But his stomach really can't stand eating so fast—

"I know you ate normally when I was a kid" Marco said. He got up and crossed his arms,

"Eat fast before I get back to work. You piss me off!"

Catherine started to panic. He ate a spoonful of meat and chewed it quickly—at least by his standards now, he tried his best.

Marco kept watching him eat quickly, from one spoon to another, until his plate was clean.

Marco agreed.

"Y—Ya.." said Catherine weakly. His face was already pale and sweating coldly all over his body.

'Why does he look sick by eating normally?' Marco wondered. But she had no time to think about it, as long as she saw Catherine eating well and not pretending. He turned around and took his iPad to his bedroom.

After making sure Marco got into her room, Catherine covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom near the kitchen.

He opened the toilet lid and spewed out everything he had just eaten. He slumped on the bathroom floor while vomiting incessantly until he could feel nothing but burning pain within his throat and stomach.

It took a while for Catherine to recover. He grabbed the sink to prop himself up.

Catherine looked at her expression in the mirror.

He was extremely pale, and his face was bathed in cold sweat. Of course, he knew very well what had happened to him because he had been doing the same routine for a long time, especially when his depression was peaking.

He would continue to cry and spit out whatever he ate, to the point that he ate almost nothing but liquid, like an old man.

What Marco doesn't know is that Catherine has a long-standing problem with body image and two eating disorders, all stemming from her depression and the fact that Marcell always calls her a 'fat whore' or a 'whale' so ruthless. It was as if Catherine was just a lump of meat before her.

Marcell even let his secretary call him 'fat' many times without ever reprimanding his secretary. Catherine was so hit that she started dieting, but her obsessive diet turned into anorexia and bulimia, and he will automatically spit out everything he eats if he eats too fast or too much— of course by his standards now.

She was thin now, even thinner than her original weight before marrying Marcell.

But, she was also on her way to continue losing her weight until she actually became anorexic.

“Ah, what to do? Marco can't hear it,” murmured Catherine while looking in the mirror.

Catherine muttered while looking in the mirror. "If he finds out I have a problem with my body, he might find me annoying…."

"Maybe he'll even kick me out after assuming I'm not suitable to work for him. She's very unpredictable anyway…."

Of course, everything he said just now was just a mere assumption.

But knowing how Marco could be so irritable and angry, he didn't want to shoot him.

All he wanted was to save up a lot of money for his daughter, and maybe he could do another job, or open a shop later, in any way to support himself.

She can get the money from the divorce settlement, but Marcell refuses to divorce her, and knowing she and all her corrupt and powerful connections, Catherine will be the one who is at fault and suffers the most loss.

He had absolutely no plans to seduce Marco. He doesn't even believe in love anymore …

"Living with Marco was only temporary" Catherine told herself.

**

Marco improved his appearance as he exited his room. He looked around to find Catherine and frowned when he saw the dirty dishes still on the dining table.

"Where is he?" Marco wondered.

"Ipar?"

…

"Catherine?"

…

"Catherine!" Marco raised his voice and finally got an answer from the bathroom near the kitchen.

"Y—Ya!" Catherine opens the bathroom door and staggers to reach Marco.

Marco's brows furrowed as he looked at his pale expression, wet face, and messy hair but he made no comment.

"I had a late-night meeting with one of my partners. Refill the fridge and buy it at Grand Central mall. I always told Diamond to buy there. Use the card I gave you," Marco instructed hinting that the groceries in his penthouse were replenished by Diamond and also hinting at the fact that he tolerated his cooking, which relieved him.

Catherine nodded obediently and hesitated a little as she asked, "Um... Marco, may I know if I can take a little money from your card?"

"Huh?"

Catherine quickly explained the reason, "M—My daughter, Amanda. He had a difficult time at school. I want to treat him a little by going to his favorite restaurant— T—Please just cut my salary. I'll save up all the bills and give you the total I took from your card…."

…

Marco grunting. He thought it was silly—even really insulted him.

Did he not realize that he had Marco's black card? Or is this a hint that he wants his own card? Forcing Marco to throw a lot of money into a new account on his behalf to make him satisfied?

Anything he doesn't want to think about right now.

"You can do anything" Marco said. He walked away, and Catherine continued to thank him.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!"

"Sad.." Marco clicked his tongue irritated. Catherine loved to insult him so much, making it seem as if Marco was some kind of monster that would snap at him for spending things.

'He's no different from all of them, ' he thought.