When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Rachel’s face was distorted with rage. My mind was torn in two at that moment. Half of me wanted to leave, but the other half couldn’t just let her have her way.

I grabbed the coffee on the table and poured it on top of her head. I stared at her long and hard while the coffee dripped from her long hair, all over to her white dress. She looked terrible. “Ms. Zimmer, stop doing something like this. You are embarrassing yourself.”

She glared at me in a fit of vicious anger. “Scarlett! Do you have a death wish?” she roared and tried to push my body away with both hands. Before I could react, someone pushed her down to her chair.

The chaos attracted the attention of customers in that café. Marcus’ unannounced presence clearly surprised me.

He gazed down into Rachel’s eyes and said icily, “I advise you to look in the mirror before you boast about your looks.” He couldn’t care less about Rachel, who was trembling with anger. Instead, he took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders to cover my stained dress. “Let’s go.”

We walked out of the café, and I thanked him when we reached the parking lot. I tried to return his jacket, but he refused to take it. “You don’t have to return it now. You need it more than I do,” he said.

Confused, I shrugged and forced the jacket onto him. “I’m fine. The villa is just a couple of blocks away,” I said. Rather than insisting, he merely stared at me helplessly. He was clearly disappointed.

At the villa, Nora was still asleep. So I sat in a daze in the living room.

she come all the way to

swallow her pride to do something like that, especially after how

exactly brought

thoughts. Just when I was about to get

eaten?” It was Ashton. I froze for

“I’m not hungry.”

take that as a no, then.” His stern voice surprised me. Before I could respond, he continued, “I asked Joseph to bring you some food. He will be there in a minute. Be sure to eat them, or you’ll have

of annoyed disbelief. What am I? Five? I pursed my

then, the doorbell rang. “There he is. Open the door and

boxes of food, fruits,

and said, “Mr. Fuller picked these up for you when he was having lunch at Sea View. He thought you might like them.” Then he went

large serving of meticulously crafted seafood meal. I couldn’t help but said,

with Ms. Oberick.” I nodded. Initially, I wanted to call Nora,