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

he just stared at a target behind me, looking rather solemn. I froze, faintly wary of an icy glare

I was about to whip my head around, but Marcus pulled

in a stern tone, “It’s getting late.

was going on, someone forcibly grabbed hold of my

interwoven in a complicated mess. In short, the emotions reflected in his eyes were an impetuous, messy lot. The thoughts in my head

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at a loss of what to do. My body stiffened, my heart began

moment, I broke off eye contact and stopped

yet. I was not ready to tell him what happened to the

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

begun to show. She was standing next to a shopping cart stacked with lots of baby supplies fit for

Ashton picking out these items before. They were more

with a pair of reddened eyes, I was on the brink of

Rebecca. No one expected I

next thing I knew, I tore at her delicately styled hair, yelling in a frenzy, “Rebecca, a

me!” Rebecca, scared out of her wits,

low, gruff voice rang in my ear, “Scarlett, it’s me! I’m Ashton!