In Love, Never Say Never

I knew he was asking about Sharon, so I hid my sadness away and replied, “She’s been sent to the funeral parlor.”

Although I did not witness her final moment, I had overheard the conversation of those who had. As she had fallen from such great height, their description of her final appearance was that she was crushed beyond recognition.

For a brief moment, I could even imagine it.

He nodded, an abnormally distant look in his eyes. When he looked at the soup I brought, he asked, “Do you only have soup?”

I froze, not used to his calmness after going through such tragedy. Then I nodded before shaking my head. “What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it right away.”

“It’s fine. I’ll take that.” He took the soup from me and began drinking it like he normally would. It was as though he had not just gone through a tragedy several hours ago.

His unusual reaction worried me, but I did not know how to console him. “What else do you want to eat? I can buy it for you.”

He paused his motion and shook his head. After a beat, his gaze landed on me. “Have you eaten?”

I stiffened, but shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”

He put down the bowl before he stood up and grabbed his jacket. Looking at me, he uttered, “Let’s go. Let’s grab a bite and a walk.”

As he dragged me out of the hospital, I stared at his towering figure, unable to spot anything different about him from the usual.

However, there was one thing that was different—his gaze. He had a murderous gaze, and that was something he never had. It was hatred—deep hatred.

I was shocked by it. Where did that come from?

suggesting, “Marcus, let’s go to

go somewhere crowded, I was sure that it would only make him even more

wheel visibly tensing, he glanced

family has maids, and I won’t get

gaze for a second, he started

not far from Central Park, so we soon returned. As it had been a long while since I came back here,

I said, “Give me a moment. I’m going to

“I’ll come with you.”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. I can

at me for a little

late, there were not many groceries in the supermarket. After picking some food

living room. After I placed my groceries in

I found him, and he seemed like he was typing something

looked at

making pasta. It’ll be done in a

he gave me was a

worry anyone else, too. He

hid his feelings so well that it seemed like Sharon had not died, and life was still going

around, about to get him to eat. To my shock, he was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, with a gloomy look

the shock, I shakily

and he asked,