When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1407


    As I thought about it, I turned around and looked at Marcus next to me.


    Aspared to the indifferent man from before, Marcus, who was gentle and kind, seemed to be the


    perfect candidate for me to spend the rest of my life with.


    After a moment, Marcus opened his mouth, feeling awkward under my stare. He asked, “Why are you


    looking at me?”


    I shrugged and replied with a smile, “It’s nothing. I just think you’re a reliable man.”


    Marcus’s eyes flickered at mypliment. He seemed surprised by thepliment that hade out


    of nowhere. “I see…”


    …


    We soon pulled over in front of the gate of the White residence.


    “We’re home.” After Marcus made sure the car was switch off, he leaned over to unfasten the seatbelt


    on my behalf.


    I subconsciously inched away from him, not used to such an overly intimate interaction. “I can unfasten


    it myself.”


    Marcus stared at me wide-eyed before returning to his seat. “O-Okay…”


    Although I was against the idea of being overly intimate with the man, I couldn’t help but remind myself


    that he was the one who loved me wholeheartedly and stayed with me through thick and thin.


    The conflicting thoughts in my mind almost drove me nuts. I sprinted out of the car and stood at the


    entrance, trying to catch my breath.


    It had been a fortnight since I regained consciousness. Apart from ourst intimate interaction in the


    hospital, I couldn’t get used to it anymore after returning to my senses.


    The feeling had morphed into an instinctive response to the extent I couldn’t stand him anywhere near


    me. I couldn’t possibly lie to myself and force myself into submission.


    “Have you recalled anything?”


    Marcus’ question snapped me out of my train of thoughts.


    When I turned around, I noticed that he had moved toe right next to me.


    I shrugged my shoulders and replied with a self-deprecating smirk, “Nah, my mind is stillpletely


    nk.”


    Unbothered by my response, he showed me the way into the house. “It’s fine. Let’s take it one step at a


    time.”


    The vi had a retro theme and was furnished with all sorts of retrospective items. A majority of the


    house’s furniture was made out of wood. A phonograph could be seen in the middle of the living room,


    giving the entire house a touch of the olden days.


    Marcus showed me the way to a spacious room on the first floor. In the room sat a huge window with a


    wound-up curtain that allowed the entire room to be illuminated with sunlight.


    It felt great to be in the room with such afortable setting, but when I saw the spacious bed in the


    middle of the room, I felt myself grow stupefied again.


    Though I was d to be away from the ward full of the lingering scent of antiseptic, I was beginning to


    feel afraid of the intimate session between Marcus and I that was about toe.


    Marcus seemed to be aware of my concerns. He quickly stated, “I’ll be staying right next door. Call me


    if you need anything. We’ll talk about everything else once you have gotten used to living here.”


    I immediately felt a sense of relief and grew even fonder of the detail-oriented man.


    Smiling, I replied, “Okay.”


    Marcus responded in a simr manner and retrieved a remote control from a nearby cab. Pointing


    at the LED television, he asked, “Do you remember this?”


    Embarrassed by his question, I asked, “Isn’t this an ordinary television…”


    I had merely lost my memories, not my mind. Therefore, I could still tell a television apart from other


    things.


    Marcus chuckled and stated, “I’m just fooling around to see if you’re still sane.”


    Soon, he switched on the television and started browsing through different channels.


    When he browsed through a financial news channel, the news anchor announced, “Mr. Fuller from


    Fuller Corporation…”


    He was about to browse another channel, yet he stopped and turned around, looking at me dead in the


    eyes.


    The news was about the charity auction Ashton had taken part in. The man in a checkered suit carried


    himself in a confidential manner that made him seemed superior to others.


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    Marcus must have stopped browsing through the channels avable because I had my eyes glued to


    the television. He looked at the television and asked, “Shouldn’t you be interested in the legal channels


    instead?”


    “Why?” I asked without a second thought. When I recalled something, I added, “I saw this man when


    we were at the junction on our way back from the hospital. His car was right next to ours.”


    As soon as I recalled Ashton’s intimidating gaze, I felt a chill running down my spine, yet I couldn’t


    move my eyes away from the television.