When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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?

for a while before suggesting, “Marcus, let’s

to go somewhere crowded, I was sure that it would

steering wheel visibly tensing, he glanced

White family has maids, and I won’t get to cook when I’m there.”

his gaze for a second, he started driving in the direction of Central

had been a long while since I came

a second after peeking into the fridge before I said, “Give me a moment. I’m going to buy some things

“I’ll come with you.”

my

a little longer. A silent

many groceries in the supermarket. After picking some food that I knew

to the house, I saw Marcus was no longer in the living room. After I placed my groceries in the kitchen, I went

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

he only looked at me and

flashed him a smile. “I’m making

answer he gave me was a

anyone else, too.

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

turned around, about to get him to eat. To my shock, he was leaning against the

from the shock,

asked, “Are you done