When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Looks like Marcus’ business is thriving.

“That’s fine. It’s not urgent.” I was just acting on a whim. If Marcus was busy, I could always talk to him later.

The receptionist raised a brow as she kept the visitor log. She said indifferently, “Have a nice day.”

Just as I turned around, the elevator doors opened with a ding. Marcus exited with a few men. An older man in the group appeared to be his client.

I guess he has a business meeting.

Marcus saw me immediately. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before talking to the assistant standing beside him. He arranged for the client to be brought to a meeting room. Thereafter, he approached me. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dropping by? I could send someone to drive you here.”

The receptionist probably didn’t expect us to have such a close relationship. Her face soured.

Before I could reply, Marcus had slung his arm around my waist. He dragged me with him as he said, “Let’s go to my office.”

I shivered involuntarily at his sudden and intimate gesture. Once the doors of his office closed, I stepped away to put some distance between us.

Marcus seemed to be used to this. He merely fetched a glass of water for me.

taking a small sip, I explained, “I had a spot of free time, so I decided to come and check out your office since I

suddenly feel like

went to meet a friend.” I decided it would be prudent to keep

didn’t know many people here, but

was no point

held on to my cup as I mulled over the

His relaxed attitude told me that he

desk. Nonchalantly, he asked, “Did you two meet for a

our old run-in with

the thoughts

into a neutral one before asking, “Who’s been

at a loss of

look

one. How can I question a man who’s been by my side for the past six years over a stranger I’ve merely

my hesitation, Marcus asked seriously,

lips. “Emery only wants me to regain my memories