My Doting Uncle

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For three days straight, I ignored Marco.

Every time, Marco just sat next to me and didn't know what to say blushing face.

Grace asked me whether we were reconciled every day.

I didn't want to reply, and I just felt tired. Reading the posts about the discussion about Marco on social media Grace had sent me, I saw the word Capricornus out of the corner of my eye.

Grace said, °∞Look at the comment section. It°Øs so hilarious.°±

The comments were, °∞At the age of thirty, he has a sixty-year-old heart.°±, °∞He°Øs always cold and quiet.°±, °∞No girl dates a Capricorn.°±

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I couldn't help laughing.

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"What are you laughing at?" Marco was silently peeling the pomegranate for me on the side, and he asked carefully, "What do you want for lunch today?"

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I squinted at him. I looked at the hickeys I had left on his neck and didn't speak. I had planned to cook for him when I was stocking up, but I changed my mind.

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