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?”

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

looked up and shot daggers at me.

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

my attention, of

my hunger strike until I waste away from thirst or hunger, whichever comes first.

officially out

right, though. It was either out

common for patients to threaten others like

impasse, I chose

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

I left the

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

supplements for Marcus intravenously before