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

Chapter 218

Ashton tends to do things this way too. I hung my head low at the sudden, intrusive thought about him while my nose wrinkled in discomfort.

Marcus did not notice my minute reaction. He merely grinned. “It’s not a waste. See, we’re using it now, aren’t we?”

We took a spin around the house. It didn’t look like we need to buy or replace anything, but the kitchen looked quite empty. Perhaps Marcus, assuming that I was not much of a cook, did not bother too much with the layout.

“Is there anything missing?” He said, changing the house key and fingerprint code to mine.

I nodded in response. “Since you’re free tonight, why don’t we cook at home? I can give Macy and Jackson a call later, invite them to join in. I should let them know I’m safe anyway. Ever since I left, it’s like I’ve been cut off from the outside world.”

Marcus nodded. He did not look too good, but I paid little mind to that.

We left the residence together and headed to the supermarket. There, we stocked up on basic cooking necessities, including rice, cooking oil, sugar, and salt. Marcus turned to me with a look of surprise. “You can cook?”

It was so embarrassing to have that question thrown at me. Impatiently, I rebutted, “Don’t underestimate me, alright? What makes you think I can’t cook?”

I picked a few seasonings and added bluntly, “Just you wait, I’ll show you what I’m capable of tonight!”

Laughter escaped him. He raised a hand, patted me on the head, and said, “Alright then. I’ll wait!”

I lifted my head and smiled at him. My eyes fell upon an item on the shelf behind him, so I asked for a favor, “Marcus, can you help me get that seasoning bag? I can’t reach it!”

as

did not respond. Instead, he just stared at a target behind me, looking rather solemn. I froze, faintly

around, but Marcus pulled me into his arms and buried me into his

stern tone, “It’s getting late. Let’s head

could figure out what was going on, someone forcibly grabbed hold

in a complicated mess. In short, the emotions

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heart began to ache, and the dense

and body tremble. In a moment, I broke off eye contact and

I was not ready to tell him what happened to the baby. I was not ready to give him

you…” A woman’s dainty voice suddenly rang, and it fell heavily

Rebecca, whose belly had already begun to show. She was standing next to a shopping cart stacked with lots of baby supplies fit for

items before. They

the brink of emotional collapse. In

then I launched myself almost frantically at Rebecca. No one expected I

thing I knew, I tore at her delicately styled hair, yelling in a frenzy, “Rebecca, a life for a life! I won’t let

save me!” Rebecca, scared out of her wits, kept screaming. The scene

had me tightly secured in their arms. A low, gruff voice rang in my ear, “Scarlett, it’s me! I’m Ashton! I’m