Goodbye, My Love

She was there to pick up Marco.

Upon entering the house, Loraine was greeted by a room filled with various suitcases, an even greater quantity than when they had flown to

Bluhm. They nearly occupied half the space.

She couldn’t help but tease, “Marco, are we heading to the countryside or are you relocating? Why are there so many items? And how on earth are we going to transport all this?”

“I can handle it, I’ll carry it,” Marco reassured earnestly, momentarily considering, “I’ve never been to the countryside before, and I’m worried I might’ve overlooked something. Loraine, do you want to check if anything is missing?”

He approached this journey as if it were their honeymoon, aspiring to make it perfect in every way.

Loraine chuckled and quipped, “You’re in your probation period as my boyfriend, not a removal worker.”

the suitcases,

few personal items. The majority were women’s products, ranging from cosmetics to clothing

his throat and said, “I feared these

items were all the latest seasonal products, some yet to be released, and some so exclusive that they were beyond the reach

had Marco managed

.

Countryside

now filled with luxurious items that cost a fortune and seemed so out of place. Countless speculations whizzed through Loraine’s mind. She even wondered if Marco had rallied

Angela’s Library

dark on her speculations. He hurriedly explained,

are what

she heard this. So Marco’s rich friends were the

Let all the nonsense happening get to him and unreasonably splurge, then regret it Later. So with this worry gone, she placed the items she didn’t fancy aside and gave Marco

agreed and offered to take her bags downstairs. After the slimmed-down pieces of luggage had been placed