Chapter 1482
The unattainable always stirred the soul.
Sometimes, Sophia herself couldn’t discern whether she was genuinely in love with this man or if it was purely her obsession.
All she knew was that she couldn’t 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 suite’s bedroom, noticing ‘Tristan’ was already fast asleep on the bed, while ‘Marcus’ was by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Marcus’ 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. “Marcus, Tristan’s asleep, huh? Are you hungry? What do you fancy? I can order something from the hotel.”
Marcus didn’t react to her voice; he just calmly turned to look at her. “We’ve been eating hotel food a lot these past few days. Tristan and I both find the dishes either too greasy or too bland. It’s not satisfying. Why don’t you go buy some groceries and we can cook something ourselves?”
This was the first time Marcus had made such a request. Sophia furrowed her brow in confusion. “But… neither of us really knows how to cook.”
“We can learn. Life should have a bit of homey charm. That’s what makes it interesting.”
Sophia was taken aback and couldn’t 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. “Alright, I’ll go grocery shopping. There’s an Easy Living Mart right under this hotel. I’ll see what vegetables they have and buy a bunch. Marcus, is there anything in particular you
want?”
Marcus simply said, “Get whatever you like. We’ll figure out how to cook it together when you get back.”
We?
Together?
Cooking?
Did he say ‘we’?
Sophia was flattered. Marcus seldom used the term ‘we’ 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 couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay! I’ll be right back!”
With that, she turned and left in high spirits.
She didn’t notice that after she left, Marcus squinted his eyes in contemplation. His expression was hard to read.
Hearing the sound of Sophia closing the suite’s door, Marcus’s 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. “Alright, stop pretending.”
Adrian crinkled his brow guiltily, opened his eyes, and looked at Marcus with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. “Dad, how’d you know I was faking it?”
Marcus narrowed his handsome eyes, his gaze stern, as he looked at the little fellow. He scoffed coldly. “You sure have a way with words. Do you address other men as ‘Dad’ as casually as this?”
