In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel 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 hungry.”

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.

I was shocked by it. Where did that come from?

After boarding the car, I ruminated for a while before suggesting, “Marcus, let’s go to Central Park. I’ll make whatever you want to eat at home.”

If we were to go somewhere crowded, I was sure that it would only make him even more upset.

His hands on the steering wheel visibly tensing, he glanced at me. “Why aren’t we going to the White residence?”

My mouth set in 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 back to there?”

After lowering his gaze for a second, he started driving in the direction of Central Park. “No.”

The hospital was not far from Central Park, so we soon returned. As it had been a long while since I came back here, the fridge was essentially empty.

It 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 supermarket downstairs.”

“I’ll come with you.”

With a faint smile, I shook my head. “It’s fine. I can go alone.”

He looked at me for a little longer. A silent agreement.

As it was already late, there were not many groceries in the supermarket. After picking some food that I knew how to prepare, I soon left.