Goodbye, My Love

Seeing that Slater apparently forgot his lesson from last time, Jimmie felt obliged to remind him.

“Slater, Marco isn’t a bad man. Marco paid for everything in Keely’s life, such as her food, clothing and living, as well as her medical bills. He can’t sacrifice his entire life to Keely just to return

Jorge’s favor, can he?”

Slater was silent for a moment before speaking.

“I see. Do whatever you deem fit, Marco. I won’t interfere anymore.”

The three men finally made peace, but Keely, who was pushed out into the hallway, was furious.

She wasn’t an idiot. She understood that Marco had been consistently removing himself from her life, but it was not like she could do anything about it.

Keely was beyond upset. If she couldn’t get Marco to fall in love with her, her family would blame her.

She had to seize the opportunity while Marco was still in the hospital.

After Slater and Jimmie left, Keely headed back to Marco’s ward.

This time, she was well prepared. She even brought food specifically catered to Marco’s taste.

“Marco, you must be hungry. Who don’t you have a bite? The hospital food may not be fit for you, so I made this myself. Have a taste.”

With an amiable smile, Keely leaned forward in her wheelchair and opened the Lunchbox.

The food Looked delicious, and the mouth-watering aroma wafted into the air and filled the ward.

But Marco was not in the least bit appreciative. Without even raising his head to look, he kept his eyes steadily on the company report in front of him and refused curtly.

“No, thanks.”

Marco’s stone-cold demeanor caused Keely’s eyes to well up with tears again.

She mumbled sadly, “Marco, do you hate me that much? I poured my heart into preparing this meal for you, but you don’t even want to look at me. Have you ever considered how hard it is for me?”

Marco raised his gaze to meet her eyes. He replied stonily, “I never asked you to do anything for me. So why are you blaming me for your feelings? Doesn’t that sound a Little ridiculous?”

Marco’s reaction flustered Keely. Since her first attempt didn’t work, she quickly switched her strategy to the next move.

“I know it’s just my wishful thinking, but all I ask is that you have a bite. That’s all I want. Then I won’t bother you anymore. I promise. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Will you try some now?”

Keely picked up the lunchbox again, but this time, she was more aggressive. She even raised the food to Marco’s mouth and tried to feed him herself.