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 pounding

my presence, he looked

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

other., he remained silent and ate

dark circles beneath his eyes, I asked without

met my gaze and replied tersely, “Eat more.”

for a while

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

phone number was flashing across

Marcus raised his brows. “Aren’t

answer, I placed it against my

stuff? I can go up and help you with them. I’m downstairs now,” Ashton spoke in a monotonous

windows, then pulled the curtains open. True enough, the man was standing tall and proud downstairs, clad in

in a flat voice, then added, “I’ll meet you

a tone that matched mine. I guess this had always been

the call, Marcus looked at me

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

what else I could say. Since everything in

bedroom, but he abruptly grabbed my wrist. Before I could

all happened so quickly that I had no way to dodge him. I hurriedly shoved him away and massaged my neck as anger

“You always

him, then I said in a heavy

to lecture or criticize him. Hence, I