Chapter 419

"It's not too late, you know," Marion said softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that belied his fearsome reputation.

To the world, Marion was a specter and a messenger from the shadows. But with Debra, he was different—quiet, sometimes playful, and unruly.

He was cute and not scary at all.

"Wait here for a moment," he said, disappearing downstairs.

When he returned, he held a plate with a cherry jam-filled cake. Its red center gleamed like a jewel.

It was quite surprising that a man like Marion would craft something so delicate. She was touched.

"Try it," Marion urged.

Debra took a small bite. The flavors exploded in her mouth. It was a dance of sweet and tart that lingered on her tongue.

"It's a shame you didn't become a chef."

"I used to be a chef."

"I remember you mentioned being a barber too."

"Yep."

"Can you tell me more about your past?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Sure."

Debra leaned in, eager to hear his story. She'd heard whispers from Randy and Erica