Goodbye, My Love

In an attempt to regain control, Keely changed her approach and adopted a softer tone.

“Marco, honestly, I don’t know if Loraine plagiarized or not. That’s Professor Zizka’s opinion. As his student, I’ll naturally support him.”

Marco stayed silent. Keely let out a quiet sob. “After all, I have been to prison before. Even though Professor Zizka was really nice to me, my time away was tough. I can’t even express how much I missed you every single day I was gone.”

Keely’s voice quivered with sadness as she continued, “I’ve put so much effort into my design, hoping that Professor Zizka would notice and bring me back to the country to be with you. Marco…”

She paused, expecting Marco’s comfort. She was certain no man could ignore her pleas.

But Marco wasn’t moved.

didn’t hear the answers he sought. Not wanting to hear Keely’s lament

moment. The abrupt sound of the phone hanging up startled Keely, leaving her in a state

hastily dialed back, fearing that the call had been unintentionally disconnected. However, her apprehension grew when she discovered that her number

as she stared at her phone. In a fit of rage, she flung her water glass off the table, grinding her teeth as she cursed, “Loraine!

plush office chair. Weariness and drowsiness wrapped around her like a warm blanket, gently luring

surrender to slumber, the intrusive vibration and ring of

eyes blinked open, and she tenderly soothed the area between her eyebrows. She got up and

Klein’s

Angela’s Library

please see what’s trending online. It’s a

quickly navigated to her

loaded, a flood of direct messages met her, the relentless