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Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1247
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At this hour, there was likely only one person who would visit the

Torres family estate, and that was Marco, returning with Loraine.

With that thought, Rowan quickly got to his feet, intending to go downstairs and greet Loraine. To his surprise,

Wesley was one step ahead of him, rushing to open the door.

Rowan shook his head with a helpless smile and swiftly followed.

As expected, a black Luxury car was parked outside the gate with

Loraine stepping out of it.

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Wesley, on the brink of sighing in relief and calling out to her, froze when he saw Marco emerging from the other

side of the vehicle.

The pair seemed to be engaged in a conversation. From Rowan’s and

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Wesley's vantage point, they could only see Loraine slightly Lowering her head while Marco naturally approached

her, draping his arm around her shoulder.

They appeared to be an ordinary couple returning hfrom work.

“How dare he touch Lorrie!” Wesley fumed, rolling up his sleeves to intervene when Rowan caught his shoulder.

“Wait a moment,” Rowan commanded, his tone stern.

“But, brother, what are we waiting for? That man had the nerve to Lay hands on Lorrie right in front of our family

villa! I need to teach him smanners!” Wesley protested.

Rowan sighed at his impulsive brother. “If you rush over now, you'll only embarrass Lorrie. Let's wait. If he

crosses a line and Lorrie shows the slightest discomfort, | won't hesitate to confront him.”

At Rowan’s words, Wesley reluctantly joined him behind the door. They peered through the gap, ready to step in

if Marco went too far.

At the entrance of the Torres family villa, Loraine was eager to leave the car and head home. As she stepped out,

however, Marco halted her.

She turned to him, frowning. “What's up?”

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Marco approached her with a spare blanket from the car, unfurling it and draping it over her. Loraine stiffened,

her instinct urging her to push it away.

“I'm already at my house. It's a short walk, | don’t need it,” she protested.

Marco chuckled softly, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her forehead. He gently held down her resisting

hand, unfazed, and carefully wrapped the blanket around her.

“The wind is cold tonight, and you're recovering from a fever. We can’t risk you catching a cold,” he explained.

Earlier in the day, there had been a rainfall, causing a significant drop in temperature. Loraine’s simple, thin

attire, worn for the cemetery visit, made her vulnerable to the cold. Upon hearing Marco's words, she felt a slight

chill and ceased her resistance.

Seeing Loraine’s lack of resistance, a deeper smile graced Marco's eyes. Seizing the opportunity, he gathered

the edges of the blanket more securely around her.