Chapter 302
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
His eyes flew wide open to reveal his obsidian orbs that were particularly bright in the night. âCold?â
I nodded. âVery cold. Youâre even colder than the snow outside!â There was a subtle whine in my voice.
He raised his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear and sighed softly, âI just donât want you to see him.
Not even for one second!â
After a brief pause, he continued, âI know that Marcus was kind to you, but he has feelings for you and
as a man, I see it clearer than you do. Scarlett, promise me that from now on, youâll stay away from him
as much as possible, okay?â
I nodded and nuzzled his chest. âI know. It was just a coincidence just now. Weâre staying under one
roof, so itâs difficult to completely avoid each other. Weâll go home once Benjaminâs funeral is over and
we wonât have to see him anymore.â
Pursing his lips, he tightened his arms around me and rolled over so that he was on top of me. âThen,
make it up to me, hmm?â
A blush spread across my cheeks and I subconsciously tried to dodge, but I was imprisoned by his
arms. Thereafter, he began savoring every inch of my body, from top to bottom.
â¦
As usual, Ashton was very busy managing the crisis that involved hundreds of hospitals. If it wasnât for
his willpower and competence, Fuller Corporation would have been crushed by public opinion.
At the end of the day, there was nothing I could do. I didnât know if there was some kind of history
between Jared and Ashton. Hence, it wasnât my place to comment.
The next day, after Ashton left, Sally came upstairs and insisted on taking me out with her.
Benjaminâs funeral was in a few days and she wanted to find a new house.
The White residence was left to Marcus, so after the funeral, Sally had to move out.
Over the course of these few days, I felt like I was going to freeze to death while house-hunting with
Sally. She wasnât satisfied with any of the houses, either saying that the natural lighting wasnât good or
it wasnât close enough to the city center.
However, houses like the White residence that were of top-quality in all aspects from its environment to
location were impossible to buy even if one had the money.
Sally had been living in the White residence for so many years. So naturally, she was reluctant to
accept anything less than that. After all, she wasnât lacking in money.
Alas, it wasnât easy to find a suitable house on such short notice. When the day of Benjaminâs funeral
came, Sally had to put her house-hunting on hold to settle funeral matters.
On the day of the funeral at the White residence, Sally got up early to make the preparations for the
funeral procession.
After the guests paid their homage to Benjamin, the funeral procession began at noon.
Sally, who had been nervous for several days, finally let out a sigh of relief after the burial ceremony
was over.
Standing before Benjaminâs tombstone, she bowed her head and said a prayer before she bid him
farewell. She glanced at Marcus who was standing as still as a statue in front of the tombstone. Over
this period of time, his demeanor had become crueler and colder.
His slender figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of frost as he emanated a murderous intent.
After Sharon passed, the violence that lay dormant in him seemed to have awakened.
âLetâs go, Letty.â Sally tugged me away after one last glance at Marcus.
I opened my mouth in an attempt to comfort him, but the words died in my throat.
After getting into the car with Sally, she inhaled deeply before informing, âAshton will come to pick you
up later. Iâll get the driver to send you to the city center. Heâll be waiting for you there.â
I nodded without saying anything else. The image of Marcusâ lonely figure standing in front of his
fatherâs tombstone kept replaying in my mind.
My heart felt oddly hollow. From now on, he would be on his own with no one to care or worry about
him. Sometimes, freedom was only a nicer way to describe loneliness.
Sooner than expected, the car stopped in the city center. I got down and was surprised to see Sally
getting down as well. Then, the driver headed straight for White Corporation.
My brows furrowed in confusion. âArenât you going to White Corporation?â
She hummed a response, then stared at the direction the car was going before sighing. âIâll go in a bit-â
Before she could finish her sentence, a deafening sound shook the ground. I was slow to react, only
turning toward the direction the car had driven off after a good few seconds.
A fuel tanker had run smack into the back of the White familyâs black Bentley. The car was completely
deformed. The chances that the driver survived the crash were slim to none.
Sallyâs legs gave out beneath her and she slumped onto the ground. Her eyes widened in horror and
her body trembled violently. Due to her shock, she spoke slowly, enunciating each word, âHe wants to
kill me. He really wants to kill me!â
I stopped breathing for a few seconds, then reached out to help her to her feet. She abruptly grabbed
my arm and looked at me with disbelief in her eyes. âLetty, Marcus has gone crazy. He wants to kill me.
He wants me dead!â
I found her speculation to be baffling. I patiently said, âGet up first. It was just an accident.â
âNo!â She kept shaking her head. âIt wasnât an accident. It wasnât an accident at all. He planned this in
advance. This is all a conspiracy. Itâs all a conspiracy.â
I couldnât help but frown. Guiding her to sit on a bench by the side, I sighed and said, âWait for me here,
Aunt Sally. Iâll go get you some water.â
Sheâs obviously in shock. Thatâs why sheâs overthinking things.
Before I could take a step, she grabbed me and shook her head vehemently. âYou canât go, Scarlett.
Marcus wants to kill me. You canât leave me!â
With my brows still furrowed, I reasoned, âIf Marcus really wanted to kill you, there are a million other
ways to do it. Why would he choose this method? What happened just now was just an accident. Donât
think too much. Iâll go get you some water now.â