Chapter 1440
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Blood was streaming down Marcusâ face, his gaze unfocused. He opened his mouth to say something,
but no words came out. He blinked as if he recognized me, and then he fainted.
I pulled out my phone and called the ambulance. â911? Someoneâs been involved in an accident.
Hereâs the address.â
Luckily, we werenât too far from the city. An ambulance arrived within ten minutes.
I paced outside the operating theater after Marcus had been wheeled in.
Two hours later, the light above the operating theater switched off. The surgeon pushed open the door.
I ran to him in a hurry. âDoctor, is he ok?â
âThe airbag protected him. He only suffered external injuries. Weâve sewed him up, but he needs to
remain in the hospital for observation.â
Relieved, I thanked the doctor.
Marcus was wheeled out by the nurse shortly after. He looked half-asleep as the anesthetic hadnât
worn off.
I approached the gurney and called to him softly. âMarcus?â
I could see his eyes moving beneath his eyelids, though he didnât reply.
I only thought of contacting his friends and family after he was sent to the ward.
What little information I could find online stated that he was an only child. His parents were long dead
as well. I knew nothing about him beyond this. I didnât know his relatives or even a single one of his
friends.
He seemed just like me, another lonely individual.
I empathized with him in that moment.
The next day, Marcus was finally awake.
I prepared some chicken soup for him.
He sat against the bed as I fed him. He teased, âYou look just like one of those model wives.â
I rolled my eyes. âPlease, this is nothing compared to you asking me to save myself yesterday.â
Any delay wouldâve greatly increased the speed of the vehicle, causing more damage to the driver
upon impact. Yet Marcus didnât think twice about waiting for me to jump out of the car before he
rammed the car into the rails.
I would be lying if I said I wasnât touched.
Marcus smiled and finished the soup quickly. He leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes,
weakness evident in his posture.
My guilt overwhelmed me. I croaked, âThank god youâre alive. Or Iâll never be able to forgive myself.â
Marcus scoffed lightly. After some thought, he said, âUnder these circumstances, Iâm sure youâll forgive
me for anything Iâm about to say, right?â
I held back my tears as I asked, âWhatâs up?â
The smile on his face disappeared. Somberly, he stated, âWe were never engaged.â
I actually felt a bit regretful at his words. I looked at him seriously.
I felt frustrated at my inability to blame him despite his deception. Instead, I lowered my head and
avoided his gaze. âYes, I know.â
âIf youâre angry, you donât have to hold it back, you know. Or are you giving up on me completely?â
Marcus asked earnestly. He didnât seem to be panicking at all.
I collected my thoughts before I answered him. âIf you really wanted to keep me in the dark, you
wouldnât have let me hang around with Emery. Besides, you saved my life and took care of me for the
past six years. Iâm forever indebted to you over that.â
Marcus lowered his head and didnât offer a rebuke.
I poured him a glass of warm water. âIâm curious, though. Why did you make up our engagement?â
He laughed. âIn that situation, if I didnât say we were engaged, would you have trusted me and allowed
me to take care of you?â
To a person who had forgotten everything, the world was a scary and unfamiliar place. Since the
doctors and nurses assumed we were together, Marcusâ words felt like the truth. Before I left the
hospital, there was no reason for me to doubt him.
My discomfort back then made me cautious about many things. I guess Marcus caught on to that.
He mustâve lied to protect me back then.
I nodded and decided to drop the topic of his deception. There were more important things I needed to
know. âSo am I really the âScarlettâ that Emery has been talking about?â