Chapter 1409
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
I arched my brows in confusion because our relationship had turned out to be far worse than I had
imagined.
It wouldnât 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 any companions.
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.
âIt will be fine. Letâs take it one step at a time. The doctor said staying positive will help with regaining
your memories.â Marcus placed his hand on my shoulder to console me. âSince you have been
consuming tasteless food for so long, Iâll bring you out for something good.â
âSounds great!â 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 wouldnât be wise to rush things through.
â¦
Marcus brought me to a Ferropenian restaurant.
âWhy donât you go ahead and see if thereâs anything youâre craving? The chef has been headhunted
from a globally renowned eatery.â
âMmmâ¦â I took over the menu and started perusing the dishes available.
There were all sorts of delicate-looking delicacies, yet none of them seemed particularly appetizing. I
had a different comfort food in mind.
Suddenly, the restaurant turned lively out of the blue when a family of about seven or eight walked into
the restaurant.
âHave you reserved a table?â
âSince there are not many guests, letâs just sit wherever we want.â
âCan we sit next to the window to enjoy the great scenery?â
As they engaged themselves in a conversation, they took a seat at the table opposite ours.
Upon a simple glance, I caught a glimpse of a manâs flickering eyes.
The sprightly young man seemed to be in his late 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, accidentally 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, âIâm so sorry, Sir!â
âItâs fine.â The man waved nonchalantly, his eyes still glued to me. âY-Youâre alive?â
Overwhelmed by my presence, he could barely form a complete sentence. It took him another few
seconds to calm himself down. âScarlett, why havenât you gotten in touch with Emery when youâre in K
City?â
I asked with a frown, âDo I know you?â
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 a complicated background.
Although I couldnât recall most parts of my life, upon a simple glance through the menu, I was certain I
had grown up in a relatively simple household because the dishes werenât my go-to foods.
I couldnât 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.
âY-Youâ¦â The man frowned and asked in a serious tone, âIâm Alexander! Whatâs wrong with you? Are
you indicating that I look just like another person on the streets?â
He was speaking at the top of his lungs, seemingly irked. I wondered if it was because I couldnât recall
who he was. Perhaps it was because I couldnât be bothered by his self-proclaimed attractive looks?
After another few seconds of confrontation, I muttered his name to myself, yet I couldnât recall anything
about him.
All of a sudden, Marcusâ voice could be heard, coming from behind the young man. He deadpanned his
request, âSir, please leave her alone.â
It wasnât Marcusâ fault for misunderstanding Alexanderâs intentions. The latter 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 a complete mess, making it seemed as though we had just fought.