When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Coincidentally, it was mealtime for Marcus. Camelia used to serve him, but today, she passed the tray of food to me.

Staying alive was a lengthy process and didn’t require any fancy reasons, just as long as both parties understood each other.

Camelia and I were on the same page when it came to saving Marcus.

Pushing the door open, I was greeted with Marcus’ back as he sat on the edge of the bed. Camelia mentioned that he was very feeble, so this might be a good sign.

“Oh, you’re awake. Here, you should eat something. The housekeeper has specially prepared some of your favorite food.”

I walked to the foot of the bed and raised the overbed table, laying out all the food. Although they were pre-packed in insulated lunchboxes, they didn’t lack in fragrance and flavor.

Yet Marcus didn’t move a muscle, appearing uninterested.

I reckoned it was too arduous for him to get out of bed or turn around. Hence, I rounded the bed and voluntarily went to help him up.

As soon as my hand made contact with him, he shook it off irritably, his pale face looking sullen. He was evidently still irate at what happened.

let out a sigh and straightened, drawing out in a patient tone, “You

must be lacking not to remember that I’m a person

you will fight to the bitter end, but your health is important if you want to revolt. If you have

daggers at me. “You’re just trying to deceive

blink of an eye, he had managed to smooth out the pinched expression, and once again, he

escape my attention,

prove and stated, “If my eating is the only compromise, I’ll continue my hunger strike until I waste away from thirst or hunger, whichever comes first. The door’s

officially out of

though. It was either out of sight, out of

patients

I chose

have a bite. I’ll come again tomorrow. If you want anything, inform me on WhatsApp, or you

left the

it was not the wisest choice for a kid to stay in a hospital for

nutritional supplements