Goodbye, My Love
Chapter 1118

His kindness towards her, his promises to her, left her perplexed

Once he had collected himself, Marco bellowed into the phone, "Enough!

I'll contact you later."

He disconnected the call and cautiously advanced towards Loraine, reaching out to her.

"Loraine, please hear me out!"

Loraine retreated to the door, shaking her head, a sarcastic smile on her lips.

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Perceiving Marco's unwavering weakness for Keely, she concluded that his assurances to protect her from harm were nothing but empty promises.

With a sigh, Loraine swung open the door and voiced her exhaustion to the world beyond, "Uncle Wesley, I've had enough. Kindly escort him out for me."

Wesley, unwilling to abandon them in solitude, remained a silent sentinel outside the study during their exchange. He unintentionally eavesdropped on nearly every word.

In a tone laced with sarcasm, he offered his hand and declared, "Marco, after you."

Grinding his teeth, Marco locked eyes with Loraine before gradually retreating from the study.

The door closed after him.

He halted in his tracks, threw a lingering glance at the study, and gripped his fists tight.

"Loraine... Perhaps my words are unwanted at this moment, but I plead for your patience. I will confront Keely about this. Whenever you're ready to hear me out, I'll make everything clear!"

No reply came from the other end of the study. With a downcast expression, Marco walked away from the house.

As night deepened, he spent countless hours immersed in silence and smoke outside Loraine's dwelling. Only as dawn broke did he start his car and head for the Bryant Group.

As Carl, holding a cup of coffee, entered the office, he couldn't help but sigh at the exhaustion evident beneath Marco's eyes. Offering Marco the coffee, he expressed his concern, "Mr. Bryant, your schedule is empty for today. Why not take some time off and recharge? If any urgent matters arise that need your attention, I'll make sure to inform you."

Marco shook his head and gently massaged his mildly aching forehead.

Even when he returned home, sleep eluded him. Work remained the only distraction capable of occupying his troubled thoughts.

"I need all the documents I'm supposed to review today."

It was only at that moment that he became aware of the huskiness in his voice.

With a cautionary advice about his health, Carl passed him the compiled papers, "Mr. Bryant, your well-being should be a priority. You've been skimping on sleep over concerns for Miss Torres."

At the mention of Loraine's name, Marco stiffened. After a brief pause, he dismissed it with a shake of his head.