When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 237

The old man nodded and remarked, “Ah, like the color. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Bauman.” I smiled broadly.

His turbid eyes lit up slightly. “Since Marc made the effort to introduce you to us, it means that he cares about you. It’s very rare for a woman to catch his eye.”

“Shush! What nonsense are you spouting, old man?” Sophia castigated him with a stern expression. “You think you’re mister know-it-all, don’t you?”

Anthony grinned sheepishly. “The younger generation have their own way of thinking. Even if we can see through their thoughts, we have to keep it to ourselves, or we’ll end up embarrassing them.”

Sophia huffed, “Good that you know!”

Even though I couldn’t fully understand what they were talking about, I found their conversation intriguing. They were almost a hundred years old, but they could still banter back and forth, seemingly younger than they actually were. It was truly a blessing.

In life, not many managed to stay together until the end like them. Instead, most people would separate at some point, then walk their respective paths as they tried to forget the past.

Initially, I didn’t understand why Marcus wanted me to accompany his grandparents. Later on, I realized that every guest had to come up to greet them.

elderlies, many of the guests were curious about my identity. Hence, I

able to know which guests

took great care of themselves. The man looked handsome and dignified,

Zachary and Cameron noticed me. They stiffened at the same time and looked at Anthony. “Mr. Bauman, this

employee at my grandson Marc’s

to conceal their shock. “Scarlett?” Their gaze landed on me as mixed emotions flickered in

found your daughter, I would’ve mistaken this girl for her,”

were slightly stunned and started to study Cameron and me

her nose looks like Zachary’s, high and dainty. If you both hadn’t already found your daughter, I would’ve thought this girl

at his wife, then at me, with his brows knitting together into

alike, why don’t you take Scarlett as your goddaughter, Mr. Moore?

limbs froze up, and I couldn’t figure

chimed in, “Yeah, that’s a good idea. You’re so lucky, Mr. Moore. You’re going to have another beautiful

knew about the strife between the Moores and me, so they assumed that this was

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