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

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

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

wheel visibly tensing, he glanced at me.

I won’t get to cook when I’m there.” Then, I tentatively

lowering his gaze for a second, he started driving

it had been a long while since I

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

“I’ll come with you.”

shook my head. “It’s fine.

me for a

was already late, there were not many groceries in the supermarket. After

to the house, I saw Marcus was no longer in the living room. After I placed my groceries in the kitchen, I

study room was where I found him, and he seemed like he was typing

only looked at me and

him a smile. “I’m making pasta.

answer he gave me was

was normal for me to overthink the situation, for his reactions would worry anyone else, too. He did not seem depressed or melancholic. It really was as if nothing had happened to

that it seemed like Sharon had not

going on as usual.

get him to eat. To my shock, he was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, with a gloomy look on his

shock, I

gloomy look dissipated, and he asked, “Are you done with