The unattainable always stirred the soul.
Sometimes, Sophia herself couldnât discern whether she was genuinely in love with this man or if it was purely her obsession.
All she knew was that she couldnât let him go. She would rather die than watch him build a life with another woman, get married, have kids, and grow old together.
She walked into the suiteâs bedroom, noticing âTristanâ was already fast asleep on the bed, while âMarcusâ was by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Marcusâ silhouette in the wheelchair seemed melancholic as he gazed at the view outside, seemingly lost in thought.
After observing him for a moment, Sophia finally broke the silence. âMarcus, Tristanâs asleep, huh? Are you hungry? What do you fancy? I can order something from the hotel.â
Marcus didnât react to her voice; he just calmly turned to look at her. âWeâve been eating hotel food a lot these past few days. Tristan and I both find the dishes either too greasy or too bland. Itâs not satisfying.
Why donât you go buy some groceries and we can cook something ourselves?â
This was the first time Marcus had made such a request. Sophia furrowed her brow in confusion.
âBut⦠neither of us really knows how to cook.â
âWe can learn. Life should have a bit of homey charm. Thatâs what makes it interesting.â
Sophia was taken aback and couldnât help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. A great deal of this was her fault.
But she was helpless. She was afraid that if he recovered, he would leave her to find Ellinor.
Snapping back to reality/Sophia offered a somewhat guilty smile. âAlright, Iâll go grocery shopping.
Thereâs an Easy Living Mart right under this hotel. Iâll see what vegetables they have and buy a bunch.
Marcus, is there anything in particular you want?â
Marcus simply said, âGet whatever you like. Weâll figure out how to cook it together when you get back.â
We?
Together?
Cooking?
Did he say âweâ?
Sophia was flattered. Marcus seldom used the term âweâ to refer to them both. And he was suggesting they figure out how to cook together?
They were finally starting to resemble a married couple.
Sophia couldnât help but chuckle. âOkay! Iâll be right back!â
With that, she turned and left in high spirits.
She didnât notice that after she left, Marcus squinted his eyes in contemplation. His expression was hard to read.
Hearing the sound of Sophia closing the suiteâs door, Marcusâs expression shifted. He turned his wheelchair around to face the bed.
He looked down at the boy sleeping peacefully on the bed and spoke in a low voice. âAlright, stop pretending.â
Adrian crinkled his brow guiltily, opened his eyes, and looked at Marcus with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. âDad, howâd you know I was faking it?â
Marcus narrowed his handsome eyes, his gaze stern, as he looked at the little fellow. He scoffed coldly.
âYou sure have a way with words. Do you address other men as âDadâ as casually as this?â