When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 302

Chapter 302

His eyes flew wide open to reveal his obsidian orbs that were particularly bright in the night. “Cold?”I nodded. “Very cold. You're even colder than the snow outside!” There was a subtle whine in myvoice.

He raised his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear and sighed softly, “I just don't want you to seehim. Not even for one second!”

After a brief pause, he continued, “I know that Marcus was kind to you, but he has feelings for youand as a man, I see it clearer than you do. Scarlett, promise me that from now on, you'll stay awayfrom him as much as possible, okay?”

I nodded and nuzzled his chest. “I know. It was just a coincidence just now. We're staying under oneroof, so it's difficult to completely avoid each other. We'll go home once Benjamin's funeral is overand we won't have to see him anymore.”

Pursing his lips, he tightened his arms around me and rolled over so that he was on top of me.“Then, make it up to me, hmm?”

A blush spread across my cheeks and I subconsciously tried to dodge, but I was imprisoned by hisarms. Thereafter, he began savoring every inch of my body, from top to bottom.

As usual, Ashton was very busy managing the crisis that involved hundreds of hospitals. If it wasn'tfor 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 didn't know if there was some kind of historybetween Jared and Ashton. Hence, it wasn't my place to comment.

The next day, after Ashton left, Sally came upstairs and insisted on taking me out with her.Benjamin's funeral was in a few days and she wanted to replace 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-hunung with Sally. She wasn't satisfied with any of the houses, either saying that the naturallighting wasn’t good or it wasn't close enough to the city center.

However, houses like the White residence that were of top-quality in all aspects from itsenvironment 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 toaccept anything less than that. After all, she wasn't lacking in money.

Alas, it wasn't easy to replace a suitable house on such short notice. When the day of Benjamin'sfuneral 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 thefuneral 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 ceremonywas over.

Standing before Benjamin's tombstone, she bowed her head and said a prayer before she bid himfarewell. She glanced at Marcus who was standing as still as a statue in front of the tombstone. Overthis 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.

“Let's go, Letty.” 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, “Ashton will come to pickyou up later. I'll get the driver to send you to the city center. He'll be waiting for you there.”

I nodded without saying anything else. The image of Marcus’ lonely figure standing in front of hisfather's 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 Sallygetting down as well. Then, the driver headed straight for White Corporation.

My brows furrowed in confusion. “Aren't you going to White Corporation?”

She hummed a response, then stared at the direction the car was going before sighing. “I'll go in abit-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a deafening sound shook the ground. I was slow to react, onlyturning 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 family's black Bentley. The car wascompletely deformed. The chances that the driver survived the crash were slim to none.

Sally's legs gave out beneath her and she slumped onto the ground. Her eyes widened in horrorand her body trembled violently. Due to her shock, she spoke slowly, enunciating each word, "Hewants to kill me. He really wants to kill me!”

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I stopped breathing for a few seconds, then reached out to help her to her feet. She abruptlygrabbed my arm and looked at me with disbelief in her eyes. “Letty, Marcus has gone crazy. Hewants to kill me. He wants me dead!”

I found her speculation to be baffling. I patiently said, “Get up first. It was just an accident.”

“No!” She kept shaking her head. “It wasn't an accident. It wasn't an accident at all. He planned thisin advance. This is all a conspiracy. It's all a conspiracy.”

I couldn't help but frown. Guiding her to sit on a bench by the side, I sighed and said, “Wait for mehere, Aunt Sally. I'll go get you some water.”

She's obviously in shock. That's why she’s overthinking things.

Before I could take a step, she grabbed me and shook her head vehemently: “You can't go, Scarlett.Marcus wants to kill me. You can't leave me!”

With my brows still furrowed, I reasoned, “If Marcus really wanted to kill you, there are a millionother ways to do it. Why would he choose this method? What happened

just now was just an accident. Don't think too much. I'll go get you some water now."