Chapter 1789

When they were gone, Waylen walked in and closed the door behind him.

Then he took a seat across from Mark.

Mark sighed and asked him, “Do you happen to have any cigarettes on you?”

Waylen hesitated for a moment.

Then without a word, he reached into his pocket and brought out a cigarette pack, pulled out a stick and gave it to Mark.

The last time Mark smoked was nearly six months ago.

His hands trembled as he lit the cigarette.

After taking his first drag, he looked at Waylen and asked, “The test result is not looking very good, is it?”

say anything

it was impossible to fathom anything

his silence was enough for Mark to

on his cigarette, and then stubbed

in a hoarse voice, “Waylen, since I was a child, I’ve always

still, I can’t bear to part

Edwin and his unborn child was

just couldn’t allow himself to die and

course you won’t die,”

was because Mark hadn’t paid Cecilia what he owed

they could be together, the

he had finished fulfilling all of his responsibilities as a

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

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