Chapter 162 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

I sat down at the dining table, and he brought me a bowl of rice. “You should eat more. When you’re done, we’ll go for a walk outside!”

I nodded. The food was wonderful, but I did not have much of an appetite and only managed to consume several mouthfuls.

Despite that, Marcus did not force me to continue. He merely said, “We have fruits in the fridge, and snacks too! Go get what you like.”

I chuckled, “Have you always been this experienced in taking care of women?” As a woman, I admired his attention to detail.

He nodded and replied frankly, “That’s how I take care of Snowball!”

That caught me off guard.

I could not go on. I looked in the refrigerator and found that he bought quite a number of fruits. He probably went out on his own when I was asleep.

I took out a small box of strawberries and was about to wash them in the kitchen when he called out, “They’re already washed. You can go ahead and eat them!”

I… Fine, he’s quite considerate.

He cleared the table while I returned to the sofa. Noting my lack of activity, he suggested, “Why don’t you change into something else? We can go for a walk outside later!”

I opened my mouth to speak. Initially, I did not want to go, but then I thought, why not? We need to live a little, don’t we?

It was late autumn, so the sun would descend earlier than usual, casting our surroundings into darkness. Marcus was rather good-looking, so much so that he managed to draw the attention of the many people wandering around the residence, especially young women, who also happened to be out for a walk.

After some time, I got tired. I sat down on a bench under a street lamp. Looking up at him, I said, “The woman who marries you in the future will be very happy.”

With both hands in his pockets, he arched his eyebrows and said in a laid-back manner, “Are you happy now?”

I froze. Without knowing it, certain memories began to flood into my mind, and for a while, I bowed my head without saying another word.

Marcus must have perceived my emotions, for he let out a loose sigh. He stayed beside me and patted me on the back, “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean it!”

I shook my head. It had nothing to do with him. It was my own problem, and I could not get over it. No matter how hard I tried, I seemed to be stuck.

“Did you get him… a funeral portrait?” I choked. My hands had begun to tremble on their own.

Pursing his lips, he lifted a hand to wipe away my tears. He sighed silently, “Don’t look. It’ll get better!”

In the end, I did not have the courage to bury my own child myself, nor did I have the guts to see what he looked like.

Marcus said I had an adorable baby boy with a healthy weight who was fair and chubby.

I could not bear to see him. I was afraid I would lose control and would want to die along with him. I was afraid that, if I saw him, I could not bear to have him buried.

“Fine, I won’t!” I lowered my eyes. At the same time, I pinched my palm so hard it actually hurt.

It was getting late, and the night got cooler too. Marcus rose to his feet before assisting me as well, “Let’s get back inside! It’s cold out here.”

I nodded. Slowly, we headed back to the residential building together.

As soon as we got there, he came to a halt. I looked up at him. He was staring grumpily at something straight ahead. I followed his gaze.

I froze at the sight of our guest. Why is Sally here?

When she saw Marcus and me, Sally sprinted towards us and pulled me away from Marcus. Holding onto me, she asked, “Letty, where have you been all this time? What happened? Where’s the baby?”

Her series of questions left me at a loss. I instinctively looked at Marcus, who furrowed his brows.

Eyes still on Sally, he said in a solemn tone, “What are you doing here?”

Stunned by his inquiry, Sally turned to him, her brows knitted, “Marc, why is Letty with you? Why haven’t you gone home? What exactly is going on here? Anthony has gone crazy looking for Letty! Do you think it’s appropriate for you to do this?”

Marcus sneered. His voice turned ice-cold as he continued, “He’s gone crazy looking for Sienna? What do you take us for? Idiots?”

“Marc!” Sally said angrily, “Watch your tongue!”

“My tongue?” Marcus snorted. “The best way to hide a misdeed is not to commit it. Go back and tell Anthony that Sienna doesn’t need him. And tell him to stay away from her!”

Sally realized there was no way to communicate with Marcus, so she took my hand and said, “Letty, if for some reason you’re not willing to see Anthony, then come back with me. Don’t stay here. Marc is an unmarried man, while you are a married woman. This is K City. People talk. If you’re caught by someone with ill intentions, think of what it’ll do to the Featherstones and the White family’s name!”

“Ho!” Marcus scoffed, “Family name? Oh, now you bring it up! Haven’t you done enough damage to the Featherstones and the White family? What? Are you here to put the blame on us?”

Those words hit Sally like a hard slap on the face, rendering her speechless.

I was not in a good state of mind. I pushed Sally’s arms away and, unable to answer or add anything to their argument, I ran towards the residential entrance.

Sally called out to me from behind. She wanted to give chase, but Marcus stopped her. “That’s enough. Do you think the Featherstones haven’t hurt her enough? Her baby died two months ago, on the night of Anthony and Rylee’s engagement. He died from suffocation. Where were you all then? Where were all of you when she was locked in a warehouse, struggling to escape? Her baby’s dead. The Sienna you know is dead too. Now, she wants nothing to do with the Featherstones.” Marcus’ booming voice echoed in the night.

I froze in place when my eyes took in the figure standing in front of me. It was Anthony. Under the night sky, his eyes appeared red, while agony crossed his face.

Behind me came Marcus’ angry voice. “You go back and tell Anthony to stay far away from her, or I’ll beat him into a pulp each time I see him.”

Anthony had his eyes locked on me as he approached me, one step at a time. I could not move away. Once again, the searing pain in my heart caused my whole body to tremble.

“What happened to the baby?” He spoke, his voice lowered to the extremes. Indescribable emotions rose to the surface.

I opened my mouth but could not utter a single word.

Marcus caught up to us. When he saw Anthony, his face was overcome by fury. “The baby’s dead. He couldn’t be born in time, so he died from suffocation. Are you satisfied with the answer now, Anthony?”

“Shut up!” Anthony barked at him, his eyes still reddened. He directed his gaze towards me and, with restrained emotions, he uttered, word by word, “Sienna, tell me, what happened to the baby?”

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