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

Chapter 219

When we got home, he laid me down on the sofa in the living room before getting me some water and my medicine. He then squatted next to me and said, “Do you still want to take your meds?”

I nodded, reached out to take medicine from him, and swallowed it. I managed to calm down a bit after that. Feeling exhausted, I proceeded to lean back on the sofa.

He sat down and stayed right there next to me throughout a very long silence. I felt lucky that every time something bad happened, there was always someone who would stand by me, and we would pull through whatever it was together.

When Grandma died, George Fuller stayed with me. And now it was Marcus’ turn. I had no clue how much longer I could stay sane, but I always felt that perhaps tomorrow, or someday later, I would not be able to hold on anymore.

Depression kept coming back. I could not tell whether I was just really bad at coping with it or was it destined to be this way.

I fell asleep without knowing it. I did not know how long I had slept, but night had fallen by the time I woke up.

Noises came from the living room. I rose to check, only to find Marcus in the kitchen, donning an apron as he cooked. His stance and actions resembled those of a master chef.

Hearing movements coming from behind, he turned around and, upon seeing my conscious self, smiled as he said, “You should go wash your face. Dinner will be ready soon!”

I leaned on the door frame, watching him prepare the food with great expertise. “Were you a student at Neo Oriental Academy?”

He chuckled, pride glinting in his eyes. “Ho? You’re talking about that famous culinary school? Well, hearing this question come from you, that should be a compliment!”

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I nodded, not holding back on flattery. “You seem to know your stuff very well!”

the stove, looked back at me,

quick wash-up. By the time I came out,

he brought me a bowl of rice. “You should eat more. When

not have much of an appetite and only managed to consume

to continue. He merely said, “We have fruits in

snacks too! Go get what

taking care of women?” As a woman, I admired his attention to

nodded and replied frankly, “That’s how I

me off

• I could not go on. I looked in the refrigerator and found that he bought quite a number of fruits.

went out on his own when

in the kitchen when he called

Fine, he’s quite

while I returned to the sofa. Noting my lack of activity, he suggested, “Why don’t you change into something else? We

my mouth to speak. Initially, I did not want to go, but

good-looking, so much so that he managed to draw the attention of the many

under a street lamp. Looking up at him, I

his pockets, he arched his eyebrows and said in

certain memories began to flood into my mind, and for a while, I

He stayed beside me and patted me on

with him. It was my own problem, and I could

him… a funeral portrait?” I choked. My hands had