In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 1634

Coincidentally, it was mealtime for Marcus. Camelia used to serve him, but today, she passed the tray of food to me.

Staying alive was a lengthy process and didn’t require any fancy reasons, just as long as both parties understood each other.

Camelia and I were on the same page when it came to saving Marcus.

Pushing the door open, I was greeted with Marcus’ back as he sat on the edge of the bed. Camelia mentioned that he was very feeble, so this might be a good sign.

“Oh, you’re awake. Here, you should eat something. The housekeeper has specially prepared some of your favorite food.”

I walked to the foot of the bed and raised the overbed table, laying out all the food. Although they were pre-packed in insulated lunchboxes, they didn’t lack in fragrance and flavor.

Yet Marcus didn’t move a muscle, appearing uninterested.

I reckoned it was too arduous for him to get out of bed or turn around. Hence, I rounded the bed and voluntarily went to help him up.

As soon as my hand made contact with him, he shook it off irritably, his pale face looking sullen. He was evidently still irate at what happened.

I let out a sigh and straightened, drawing out in a patient tone, “You can’t be so childish to be using your health as a bargaining chip, right?”

Marcus snorted derisively. “Your memory must be lacking not to remember that I’m a person who would do whatever it takes to get what I want.”

I was dumbstruck and switched tactics to divert his attention. “Fine, let’s agree to disagree that you will fight to the bitter end, but your health is important if you want to revolt. If you have something to eat, wouldn’t your battle last longer?”

Enraged, he looked up and shot daggers at me. “You’re just trying to deceive me now.”

His furrowed brows told me his chest must have been hurting during our conversation. But in a blink of an eye, he had managed to smooth out the pinched expression, and once again, he looked normal.

That didn’t escape my attention, of course.

Marcus clenched his fist as if he had something to prove and stated, “If my eating is the only compromise, I’ll continue my hunger strike until I waste away from thirst or hunger, whichever comes first. The door’s that way if you can’t stomach it. No one’s stopping you.”