When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Without looking at his expression, I straightened and went into my bedroom. In this world, no one would go out of their way to help someone else for no apparent reason. There had to be a motive. I was smart enough to know why Marcus treated me so well.

Sometimes, I wanted to continue feigning ignorance just so that I could stay. However, humans were complex beings. I couldn’t very well put on a facade forever, not to mention the current me couldn’t afford to be ignorant anymore.

“Scarlett!” He paused before asking in a low voice, “Have you ever… felt anything for me?”

His question stunned me, and my mind couldn’t formulate a response for a while. “I’m sorry, Marcus!”

A low laugh came from behind me. “Okay. I understand.”

His simple words carried a sense of heaviness.

Even so, there was nothing I could do about it.

I parted my lips, attempting to say something, but no words could escape.

Back in my bedroom, my chest tightened uncomfortably. Even after a whole night of tossing and turning, I still couldn’t fall asleep.

During the past two months, I never once thought about how I was going to spend the rest of my days.

Besides solving the matters between Ashton and me, there was also Marcus. I had no qualms accepting his meticulous care. In fact, I even enjoyed it. However, I seemed to have forgotten that there was nothing I could give him, and at the end of the day, he was the one who’d get hurt.

I was broken and beyond repair, so I shouldn’t drag him into my mess.

The night passed by so slowly that I thought the sun would never come up.

The next day.

a sleepless night, my head buzzed with a

he looked at me with a

nodded, my gaze landing on the homey meal comprising of eggs, bacon, and bread spread out on the dining

other., he remained silent and ate

dark circles beneath his eyes, I asked without much thought, “Didn’t

and replied tersely, “Eat more.” With that, he filled my plate with

him for a

mind had wandered off when my phone rang. When I felt Marcus’ eyes on me,

phone number was

his brows. “Aren’t you going

and swiping it to answer, I placed

I can go up and help you with them. I’m downstairs now,”

then pulled the curtains open. True enough,

flat voice, then

I’ll wait for you,” he answered in a tone that matched mine. I guess this had always been the way

me with pursed lips. “You

at him and hesitated for a moment, knowing that he was in a bad

in the bedroom was arranged by him, I didn’t

he abruptly grabbed my wrist. Before I could react, he grasped the back of my

him. I hurriedly shoved him away and massaged my neck as anger simmered in me. “Marcus, I thought you

laugh. “You

was grave when I stared at him, then

didn’t have the right to lecture or criticize