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

Chapter 290

I knew he was asking about Sharon, so I hid my sadness away and replied, “She’s been sent to the funeral parlor.”

Although I did not witness her final moment, I had overheard the conversation of those who had. As she had fallen from such great height, their description of her final appearance was that she was crushed beyond recognition.

For a brief moment, I could even imagine it.

He nodded, an abnormally distant look in his eyes. When he looked at the soup I brought, he asked, “Do you only have soup?”.

I froze, not used to his calmness after going through such tragedy. Then I nodded before shaking my head. “What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it right away.”

“It’s fine. I’ll take that.” He took the soup from me and began drinking it like he normally would. It was as though he had not just gone through a tragedy several hours ago.

His unusual reaction worried me, but I did not know how to console him. “What else do you want to eat? I can buy it for you.”

He paused his motion and shook his head. After a beat, his gaze landed on me. “Have you eaten?”

I stiffened, but shook my head. “I’m not hung

He put down the bowl before he stood up and grabbed his jacket. Looking at me, he uttered, “Let’s go. Let’s grab a bite and a walk.”

As he dragged me out of the hospital, I stared at his towering figure, unable to spot anything different about him from the usual.

However, there was one thing that was different-his gaze. He had a murderous gaze, and that was something he never had. It was hatred-deep hatred.

was shocked by it. Where did that come

suggesting, “Marcus, let’s go to Central Park. I’ll

somewhere crowded, I was sure that it

steering wheel visibly tensing, he glanced

a hard line. “The White family has maids, and I won’t get to cook when I’m there.” Then, I tentatively

started driving in the direction of

it had been a long while since I came back here, the fridge was

fridge before I said, “Give me a moment. I’m going

“I’ll come with you.”

I shook my

me for a little longer. A

the supermarket. After picking some food that I knew how to

no longer in the living room. After I

room was where I found him, and he seemed like he was typing something into the

looked at me and flatly replied,

a smile. “I’m making pasta.

gave me was

to overthink the situation, for his reactions would worry anyone else, too. He did not seem depressed

his feelings so well that it seemed like Sharon had not died, and

going on as usual.

to eat. To my shock, he was leaning against

the shock, I shakily asked, “Marcus,

asked, “Are you done with