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.

shocked by it. Where did

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

sure that it

the steering wheel visibly tensing, he glanced at

a 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

for a second, he started driving in the direction of

from Central Park, so we soon returned. As it had been

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

looked at me for a little longer.

the supermarket. After picking some food

Marcus was no longer in the living room. After I

him, and he

saw me, he only looked at

flashed him a smile. “I’m making pasta. It’ll

answer he gave me 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

feelings so well that it seemed

going on as usual.

I turned around, about to get him to eat. To my shock, he was

covering my back from the shock, I shakily asked, “Marcus, what’s

look dissipated, and he asked,