Goodbye, My Love

Loraine reddened under his intent gaze.

Without another word, she swiftly retreated back into the house, almost as though she were escaping.

Marco cradled the cake in his hands, studying the wrapping.

It wasn’t the standard store packaging, but homemade, painstakingly enveloped in household aluminum foil. It was delicate and compact, evidently crafted with care, rather than a mass-produced item.

The possibility that Loraine may have prepared it herself warmed

Marco’s heart. As he regarded the small cake, it appeared more valuable to him than the most precious diamond. He gingerly stowed it in the car, intending to keep it as a memento.

Beyond the car window, the welcoming Lights of the Torres family villa blinked in and out of view.

Marco cast a long, lingering look at the villa, and then a thought crossed his mind, prompting his smile to gradually fade, his expression turning frigid.

Although he had safely returned Loraine home, there remained matters that required his attention.

Pulling out his phone, Marco dialed a number.

The ringtone broke the quiet of the night, his voice turning even icier. “Where is Keely now?”

At the cemetery earlier, he hadn’t acted against Keely immediately, for his attention was drawn to Loraine, who was of paramount importance. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

That didn’t mean, however, that he was going to forget about it or give

Keely another chance to get off the hook so easily.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

He had offered Keely opportunities before, but she had persistently and intentionally harmed Loraine, undermining their relationship. It was a transgression that not only crossed his boundary, but also fully exhausted his patience.

This time, he would spare no mercy.

After receiving the reply on the other end of the call, Marco stated in a chilling tone, “Then let’s proceed.”

The night was still young, and not everyone would be privy to his tender side.

Having established the Bryant Group amidst chaos and tumult, Marco was far from being a soft- hearted individual.

Withdrawing his gaze from the dainty cake nestled between the car seats, Marco pressed the accelerator, speeding into the night.

Delusi

Just a few hours earlier, within the confines of the Powell family villa.

Upon returning from the cemetery, Keely sought refuge in her room, shutting herself off from the rest of the world.