When There Is Nothing Left But Love

To my surprise, Marcus wrapped up the conversation and responded with a thought-provoking smirk.

It might be a baseless accusation, but it felt as though he didn’t have much faith in me.

…

After our dinner, I returned to my room way ahead of my usual schedule and pretended to fall asleep.

All this while, Marcus had been adjusting his schedule based on mine. Therefore, after an hour of me pretending to tuck myself in, he switched off the light of his room.

The maid who had passed me the note seemed to be anticipating my arrival—I saw her waiting for me at the entrance to the courtyard the moment I walked downstairs.

“Ms. Stovall, this way!”

I had made up my mind to meet the person behind the note, so I stopped doubting her and tiptoed my way out of the villa.

Once I made my way out, a nearby car beamed its headlamps, signaling me to get into it.

When I marched over, I was shocked because a sense of familiarity struck me when I saw the vehicle registration plate.

because I was afraid

if the upcoming session had something to do with my encounter with Alexander

look from my previous self. No one could possibly tell me apart when I had

from the car, I noticed that the

the hotel. Once I arrived, he showed me the

had a modern contemporary design that could enable the guests to enjoy themselves on top of mere dining experiences. When I was on my way there, the waiter told me it was an exclusive

person who had been anticipating my arrival was

heard the sound of the door being opened after my walk around

high heels seemed

seconds later, a child’s mellifluous voice could be heard, expressing his frustration. “Stop meddling with my

put everything aside when we’re dining? Haven’t I repeated myself over and over again? You need to focus on the things you’re doing

“No! I’m not you!

express

announcement, the woman raised her volume and repeated herself, “Gregory Hall!

silent and dismissed the woman’s

the woman