Chapter 877

Marilla's face, once pampered to a soft glow, beamed with a tender maternal light as she scribbled away.

Jareth, lurking behind her, bore a shattered expression, his pale lips quivering uncontrollably.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her slender shoulders, nuzzling her affectionately, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"Babe, I thought... I thought you didn't want kids?"

His voice was a husky whisper, filled with raw emotion, his cool lips brushing against her ear, "Didn't you want to focus on your art? Didn't you want it to be just us forever?"

Marilla's lashes fluttered shyly as she continued writing:

"That was before. I've changed my mind."

Her voice trembled slightly, "Jareth, I know my body. With all the medications and treatments, who knows when I'll be out of this hospital. I want us to have a child, a boy or a girl, it doesn't matter. We'll raise them together. This way, even if I leave this world before you, you won't be alone."

Jareth, overwhelmed by her words, frantically cleared his phone screen, his vision blurred by tears:

"Marilla, don't talk like that! We're going to make it, we'll grow old together! And I don't need kids! I have you, that's enough for me. I don't like kids, I don't want them!"

Marilla, sensing his turmoil, firmly grasped his hand, calming his tremors.

Jareth, biting back his sorrow, captured her lips in a deep, tender kiss.

Marilla melted into his embrace, their connection reigniting his passion.

been on pause since her hospitalization. Despite his desires, he'd

from insatiable to a study in

Jareth gently wiped away the moisture from her lips, planting soft kisses

sensing his gaze, turned around, kneeling to

stopped her, shaking

wide and expressive, pleaded

been together in so long, and she wanted

wait until you're stronger. We have our whole lives ahead," he whispered, embracing her tightly, fighting

the early hours, while Evadne was fast asleep, Thaddeus, having finished reviewing company documents, was about

"Jareth?" He answered immediately.

Thaddeus, it's Dean! I'm sorry for the late call, but Mr. Fairhaven's a mess. Drunk, crying, refusing to

a knot in his stomach, heading out

address. I'm on

the dimly lit bar, Thaddeus found

sending Dean outside, Thaddeus sat beside his friend, placing

wedding around the corner. You need

lifted his face, his handsome features marred by tears, his eyes a heartbreaking shade of

"What happened?"

me what's

"Marilla... Marilla..."

heart raced, "What

a mother. The doctors said she

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