When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1409
I arched my brows in confusion because our rtionship had turned out to be far worse than I had
imagined.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to consider it broken beyond repair because it must be an intense fight
and a serious situation for me to take such extreme countermeasures to shut him out from my life.
Marcus told me about how I had gone abroad on my own after I brought up the request to break up. By
the time he reached the hospital, I was there on my own without anypanions.
Although my physical condition had improved, my mental health was far from being fine; I could merely
recall the time I spent with the doctor and nurses.
“It will be fine. Let’s take it one step at a time. The doctor said staying positive will help with regaining
your memories.” Marcus ced his hand on my shoulder to console me. “Since you have been
consuming tasteless food for so long, I’ll bring you out for something good.”
“Sounds great!” I said joyfully, not wanting to cause Marcus any more trouble.
Although we could barely consider ourselves a couple, I could feel that Marcus had no intention to
harm me. Instead, I was almost certain I was his sole priority.
Since I had promised him to start all over again, it wouldn’t be wise to rush things through.
…
Marcus brought me to a Ferropenian restaurant.
“Why don’t you go ahead and see if there’s anything you’re craving? The chef has been headhunted
from a globally renowned eatery.”Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
“Mmm…” I took over the menu and started perusing the dishes avable.
There were all sorts of delicate-looking delicacies, yet none of them seemed particrly appetizing. I
had a differentfort food in mind.
Suddenly, the restaurant turned lively out of the blue when a family of about seven or eight walked into
the restaurant.
“Have you reserved a table?”
“Since there are not many guests, let’s just sit wherever we want.”
“Can we sit next to the window to enjoy the great scenery?”
As they engaged themselves in a conversation, they took a seat at the table opposite ours.
Upon a simple nce, I caught a glimpse of a man’s flickering eyes.
The sprightly young man seemed to be in histe twenties. His pair of aquatic blue eyes could easily
charm another woman around his age.
.Those who would show up at that restaurant were members of the upper echelon. Judging by his
clothes, I was certain he was from a renowned family.
The man gaped at my presence for a few seconds before moving his eyes away from me. It took him
quite some time to snap out of confusion.
After he returned to his senses, he walked over in my direction, identally bumping into a waiter on
the way. He got himself drenched in coffee, the result of him being overly anxious.
The waiter immediately tried to wipe the coffee off the man and apologized, “I’m so sorry, Sir!”
“It’s fine.” The man waved nonchntly, his eyes still glued to me. “Y-You’re alive?”
Overwhelmed by my presence, he could barely form aplete sentence. It took him another few
seconds to calm himself down. “Scarlett, why haven’t you gotten in touch with Emery when you’re in K
City?”
I asked with a frown, “Do I know you?”
I was at least half a decade older than the man in front of me. Never would I have thought I would
mingle with a man with aplicated background.
Although I couldn’t recall most parts of my life, upon a simple nce through the menu, I was certain I
had grown up in a rtively simple household because the dishes weren’t my go-to foods.
I couldn’t have frequented a Ferropenian restaurant when it took me luck to encounter the wealthiest
man of the country, let alone being acquainted with this wealthy-looking heir in front of me.
It would take more than mutual feelings to befriend another person because the differences between
backgrounds could be a pain in the ass.
“Y-You…” The man frowned and asked in a serious tone, “I’m Alexander! What’s wrong with you? Are
you indicating that I look just like another person on the streets?”
He was speaking at the top of his lungs, seemingly irked. I wondered if it was because I couldn’t recall
who he was. Perhaps it was because I couldn’t be bothered by his self-proimed attractive looks?
After another few seconds of confrontation, I muttered his name to myself, yet I couldn’t recall anything
about him.
All of a sudden, Marcus’ voice could be heard,ing from behind the young man. He deadpanned his
request, “Sir, please leave her alone.”
It wasn’t Marcus’ fault for misunderstanding Alexander’s intentions. Thetter had indeed gotten overly
worked up and surrounded me with his arms on the table. On top of that, the waiter was running
around, looking aplete mess, making it seemed as though we had just fought.