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.

by it. Where did

ruminated for a while before suggesting, “Marcus, let’s go to Central Park. I’ll make whatever you

somewhere crowded, I was sure that it would only make him even more

he glanced at me. “Why

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

second, he started driving in the direction of Central

from Central Park, so we soon returned. As it had been a long while since I

took me a second after peeking into the fridge before I said, “Give me a moment. I’m going to buy some things back from the

“I’ll come with you.”

faint smile, I shook my head. “It’s fine. I can

me for a little longer. A

many groceries in the supermarket. After picking some food that I knew how to prepare, I

was no longer in the living room. After I placed my

he seemed like he

saw me, he only looked at me and flatly replied, “You’re

“I’m making pasta. It’ll be done in

answer he gave me

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

well that it seemed like Sharon had not died, and life

going on as usual.

To my shock, he was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, with

shock, I shakily

and he asked, “Are you done with