Goodbye, My Love
Chapter 1360

"Aren't we a couple? What exactly are we engaged in right now? Isn't this a date?"

Loraine diverted her gaze uncomfortably, evading his probing stare.

"We're simply sharing a meal... Anyway, Let's move on to something else."

Marco simply smiled, not calling out Loraine's tough facade. He gently clasped her hand and continued their stroll.

Suddenly, a woman beside them stumbled, letting out a delicate gasp, and was about to fall directly into Marco's arms!

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Marco was never the kind of man to show tender feelings for other women, except for Loraine.

When an unfamiliar woman suddenly appeared from nowhere and intentionally threw herself into his arms, Marco sensed something fishy.

Remembering Loraine's dislike of him touching other women, he instinctively dodged the woman.

As a result, the woman failed to make even the slightest physical contact with him and she ended up stumbling and falling to the ground in an undignified manner.

"Ah!" she screamed as she fell.

The woman's embarrassing fall raised a cloud of dust, but Marco instinctively reached out to protect the food Loraine was holding. He didn't spare a glance for the woman on the ground.

Loraine Looked at him in astonishment, then she turned her attention to the disheveled woman on the ground while trying her best to hold back her laughter.

Almost immediately, a crowd had gathered around them since they were in the center of the busy road. Considering Marco's status, Loraine didn't want to attract attention, so she decided to help the woman up. "Miss, are you okay?" she asked her.

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But the woman immediately pushed off Loraine's hand and glared at her fiercely.

"What business is it of yours if I'm okay or not? Do you know who I am?"

Loraine shook her head.

Frankly, she had no idea who the woman was, but judging from her attire, it seemed she came from an affluent family background. Yet,

Loraine couldn't match her with any prominent figure in Vagow's social circles. Moreover, those rich and influential elites usually looked down on places Like this, so they wouldn't be here in the first place. "Well, of course, someone like you, a poor woman who comes to a street market, wouldn't know who I am," the woman spat at her angrily. "But let me tell you, I am Saylor Shaw. My family is very rich. We just got a huge amount of compensation money for three of our properties that were demolished, and we have enough money to buy half this street!"

But she'd hardly finished the statement when some people nearby began to gossip about her in audible whispers, "Isn't she just a nouveau riche from a demolition compensation fund? What's there to boast about?" "This woman is just spoiled. Her family got the demolition compensation, and now she thinks she's noble enough to look down on this place. If she's so rich, why doesn't she buy a house in the CBD with her so-called fortune? I'm sure she can't even afford a toilet there."

Loraine overheard the comments, and so did Saylor whose face had now turned red with anger. It didn't help that her designer clothes had been stained by the dust, making her look far lower than how she wished to look.