A glint of amusement appeared in Marlon Marshall's eyes. "If I retaliated, wouldn't that make me just like him?"
"That's true." Jean Grant rested her head on his shoulder. They talked for a while longer before she reluctantly left.
She didn't know the real reason Marlon didn't fight back. 'Even if I flew into a rage, cursed him out, and threw punches, what good would it do?'
'In terms of family background, I'm no match for Ethan Ellsworth. In terms of fame and popularity, I'm even further behind.'
'If we fought until we were both battered and bruised, it would only bring trouble and unknown risks to my humble family. It's better to let him act as arrogant as he pleases. After all, isn't his arrogance just because I have Jean Grant, the one woman he can't have?'
'He might have money, power, and a family background. He might be popular, famous, and handsome, but he still can't get the woman he wants, can he?'
