When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

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.

I let out a sigh and straightened, drawing out in a patient tone, “You can’t be so childish to be using your health as a bargaining chip, right?”

“Your memory must be lacking not to remember that I’m a person who would do whatever it

the bitter end, but

looked up and shot daggers at me. “You’re just trying to deceive me

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

didn’t escape my

compromise, I’ll continue my hunger strike until I waste away from thirst or hunger, whichever comes first. The door’s

was officially out of

though. It was either out of

common for patients to threaten others like

impasse, I chose to back down today

you want anything, inform me on WhatsApp, or you could rest if you don’t have much

the ward without another

since it was not the wisest choice for a kid to

nutritional supplements for Marcus intravenously before