When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Oh, yes of course. Thank you for your trouble.”

Just as the words fell from my lips, I heard a familiar voice not far away.

“Scar.”

Ashton and I turned in unison toward the direction of the voice. It was Marcus.

“Marcus? It’s only a few steps. You don’t have to come out to receive me.”

Marcus had his grey silk pajamas on. With a transparent umbrella in his hand, he walked over in a leisurely manner.

“Is this a friend of yours?” Ashton asked. It could have been my imagination, but his voice sounded a few degrees colder.

“I’m her fiancé,” Marcus interjected at once.

I didn’t respond at the risk of sounding like I was overcompensating. The only thing I could do was smile awkwardly.

“Come here, Scar.” Marcus beckoned.

I walked over to him obediently.

even take a step, I felt my wrist being gripped

It felt very strange.

barely exerted any force but when he touched me, it scalded like magma. My skin

was rooted on the

not use much strength, I had a sense that it wouldn’t be easy to wrench

haughtily this entire time, but now he wants to play the part

upon his face as if he wasn’t sure what he was even

let go of her at

not insist. In the end, he

to Marcus

as he turned to address Ashton. “Sir, I’m wondering

I was shopping at the mall with Emery, I ran into Mr. Fuller’s son who had

I had briefly described the events of

explanation. “This was clearly a misunderstanding,” he said to Ashton apologetically. “I should be thanking you, Mr. Fuller, for sending my fiancée

He only gazed deeply at me for a while before he turned around and departed in

remarked without thinking. “His mood changes quicker than the weather. I do not know how to

my shoulder a pinch. “It’s cold out here. Let’s get inside quickly.”

that we were huddled together rather closely

felt resistant towards Marcus’s attempts

for he lowered his