Chapter 142: A WEDDING GIFT FROM LAUREL
Nelson decided to join Marcus, pushing another cold can of beer into his hands.
"Why are you like this again?" Nelson asked. He sat down next to him. "I think you are not really happy with your girlfriend."
"I am happy with her." Marcus closed his eyes and leaned his body against the sofa. "The only thing I am not happy about is myself," he added, staring emptily at the ceilings. The noise around him was irritating, yet strangely comforting; it drowned out his inner turmoil, even if only temporarily.
"No, I think you are mistaken," Nelson continued. "If you were happy, you wouldn’t be here. You need to reevaluate whether you should even be with her."
At that, Marcus glared at him, irritation flaring. Nelson raised his hands defensively, signaling surrender.
"Just saying," he replied calmly. "Deep down, you know you don’t deserve her, right? You and her family are worlds apart. You don’t fit with each other."
Marcus groaned internally at those words, turning his focus back to the cold can of beer in his hand.
The truth weighed heavily on him, but he had no solutions. He couldn’t help but think that probably Nelson was right...
Nelson was someone Marcus had known for a long time, the first person he befriended when he joined the crowd. He considered Nelson like a brother, since he was five years older than him and someone who actually listened.
So, whenever Nelson suggested that Marcus wasn’t a good fit for Olivia, that he didn’t deserve her, it hit him harder than he could explain.
It played with his insecurity.