He pushed me into the room. I glanced at Marcel's attempt to hide his phone. The screen was displaying live surveillance footage of a living room where a yellow mutt was panting and tearing up the house. The sofa was nearly ruined, and the table legs were about to give out.
Seeing me peek, Marcel quickly put away his phone and shot me a thinly veiled angry look. "Aren't you going to find your ideal partner? Why are you bothering me?"
I shook my finger at him. "Dylan isn't my ideal partner, so stop saying nonsense."
"Then what are you here for?" Marcel's raised eyebrows held a hint of disdain. "You're not out fishing for a catch, are you?"
"Actually, yes, I'm hoping to catch you. Is that okay?" With Master Cox absent, I dropped my obedient facade and walked up to him with a grin, hands behind my back.
Marcel's face flushed red, mixed with a trace of anger. "I'm not a good person. Don't come bothering me—"
"You are." I interrupted him firmly. "You're a great person."
Marcel looked at me with confusion. "Are you having trouble with your eyes or is your brain not working properly?"
I smiled and changed the subject. "Can I see your dog?"
Marcel shook his head firmly. "No."