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.

it. Where did that come

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

I was sure that it would only make him even

glanced at me.

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

for a second, he started driving in the direction

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

second after peeking into the fridge before I said, “Give me a moment. I’m going

“I’ll come with you.”

a faint smile, I shook my

me for a little longer.

many groceries in the supermarket.

living room. After I placed my groceries in the kitchen, I

he seemed like he was typing something

looked at

“I’m making pasta. It’ll be done

gave me was a

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

feelings so well that it seemed like

going on as usual.

around, about to get him to eat. To my shock, he was leaning against

the shock, I shakily asked, “Marcus,

and he asked, “Are you done with