Goodbye, My Love
Chapter 1028

Marco had been contemplating how to prolong Loraine's stay. Upon hearing her inquiry, he pointed towards the location of the first-aid kit.

Loraine crossed over to the medicine box and picked it up. As she turned around, she noticed Marco's unblinking gaze fixated on her. A flush crept up her cheeks, and she made an effort to maintain a serious demeanor. "Come and sit," she instructed.

Marco complied without hesitation, ambling over to the sofa and taking a seat. Loraine intended to ask him to roll up his sleeve so that she could tend to his wound, but Marco had preemptively removed his shirt entirely.

Suddenly, Loraine found herself face-to-face with Marco's sculpted physique.

Taken aback, she instinctively spun around, her ears tinged a deep shade of red and her breath coming in short gasps.

Behind her, Marco's teasing laughter filled the room.

"Loraine, weren't you going to dress my wound? Moreover, you've seen me naked before. Why so bashful now?"

Caught off guard, Loraine bit her lip and shot him a glare, retorting,

"Come on! Who cares about your naked body?"

Faced with such a display of perfection, she composed herself, closing her eyes for a moment. Then, she retrieved the ointment from the box and began applying it to his wound. A strange feeling swirled in her heart.

His body felt solid and the sensation of touch was intense.

Loraine had medicated Marco's wounds before and had caught glimpses of his body several times.

However, this setting was different. They were the only two present in

Marco's apartment. The Lighting was subdued, and their breathing echoed in the stillness of the room. Marco's abdominal muscles undulated before her eyes.

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Swallowing hard, Loraine concentrated on the task at hand, focusing solely on the wound.

But the sight of his injury stirred a pang of sympathy within her. Ina subdued voice, she chided him, "You knew the wound hadn't fully healed.

Why would you go and pick a fight?"

Marco's eyes clouded over, and he blurted out, "How was I supposed to remain calm in that situation? Those scoundrels intended to..."

At his words, Loraine's face blanched, her fists clenching tightly.

She had believed herself to be strong. Yet, when confronted with such a situation again, she couldn't help but be reminded of the time Keely had publicly humiliated her in the hotel. If not for Marco, she would've been...

Suddenly, she felt a warm pressure enveloping her hand.