Marcus collected his thoughts, abandoning his initial plan to get out of bed and close the window himself. In a calm and soft voice, he asked, âWould you mind closing the window? It gets rather chilly during the dark nights, and the child might catch a cold.â
There was a long pause before the figure sitting in the shadow of a chair within the room finally stirred.
She got up, closed the window, and then returned to her seat.
It was hard to tell how long she had been sitting there, but through the silhouette that was briefly outlined when she closed the window and the flowing hair that was visible even in the dim light, it was clear that she was a woman.
The wind had stopped, and the room didnât feel as cold anymore.
Marcus, with his limited mobility, didnât get out of bed. He simply propped himself up against the headboard.
He glanced at his son, who was still sound asleep beside him, covered him with a blanket, and then turned his gaze back to the figure in the darkness. âIf Iâm not mistaken, you must be the famed Miss Ellinor, arenât you?â.
Famed?
Ellinor sat in her chair, appearing calm, but only she knew how icy cold she felt inside. She let out a dry laugh.
âYes,â she said. âEven though youâve lost your memory, youâre still as composed as you were three years ago. You found an intruder in your room in the middle of the night, and yet you still asked her to close the window for you?â
Marcus replied indifferently, âI had no choice. My body wouldnât allow it. If I could, I would have done so myself.â
Ellinorâs serene eyes bore into him through the darkness. Although she could only make out his vague silhouette, her gaze still pierced his heart.
âArenât you curious why Iâm here?â She asked.
Marcus smirked, his tone indifferent. âIâm not curious, but I think you shouldnât have come.â
Ellinor was silent for a while before she stood up and walked towards him. Her steps were slow, devoid of any emotions, but as she reached the bedside, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat.
She squeezed hard, showing no mercy.
âSeeing you so indifferent makes me want to strangle you to death!â She spat.
He was forced to look up at her, and under the moonlight, he could finally see her face clearly.
There was a flicker of familiarity, but it was faint.
However, he could clearly see the burning hatred in her eyes.
She squeezed his throat, cutting off his air supply, but he didnât fight back or make a sound. He simply let her be.
Eventually, Ellinor let go, grinding her teeth as she muttered, âYou bastard! I should have never trusted you!â
Marcus coughed a few times, trying to catch his breath, before he finally managed to say, âIâm sorry. I donât remember anything from the past, including you. I canât apologize for something specific, so an overall apology will have to do.â
Ellinor sneered. âEven if you did remember, you probably wouldnât feel sorry. Youâve always been unreliable and shameless!â
He raised an eyebrow. âAnd yet, we have a child together?â
Ellinorâs face darkened. âYou think I wanted this? The child was unexpected. I was never interested in you, an old man.â
Marcus stared at her for a moment. âSo, you became interested in me later?â
Ellinor fell silent.
Marcus chuckled. âAnyway, this isnât the time to be settling scores. You should leave the way you came. If Sophia finds you here, she might take me and the kid back to M State. It would be much harder for you to find me then.â
Ellinor paused, glancing at the sleeping child on the bed. âWhy arenât you sleeping in the same room as Sophia?â
âIs that what you want?â