"Go home," he said to Finnley indifferently. “Leave me in peace.”

"Will you... go to work tomorrow?" Finnley asked tentatively, "Shall I adjust your schedules? You need a good rest."

Ivan didn't answer, feeling as if the next day was too far away from him. He didn't have the energy to think about it.

Finnley could understand how he felt. "Ok, I know what to do. Please take care, Mr. Marsh. I'll keep you updated.”

Ivan didn't reply, and Finnley left.

He closed the door. Ivan stood up and locked it from the inside. Then he pulled out two bottles of whisky from the wine cabinet, sitting in front of the window.

His eyes were full of anger. Recalling every moment he spent with Jennifer in the past few days, he felt his heart was torn apart by grief, which he had never felt so in his life before.

Probably, since he encountered Jennifer for the first time seven years ago, he had loved her to the core.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

opened the lid, lifted the bottle, and

brought the burning sensation from his throat all the way to his stomach.

accepted my gift. Can you answer my question now? Have

could cure the wounds on your back

and kind-hearted. All her wishes were

of the window, Ivan heard the wind blowing outside. He gulped

hitting his jumbled mind. Each second seemed to be a year to

it be so difficult to find

a whole night, waiting for Finnley's call. He had no intention of going to

small bottle in his hand, he had mixed feelings. The dawn broke

gone without telling him, which he couldn't

the medicine bottle. Her kindly

the point even if his stomach trouble

eyes were full of ice. He pinched the bottle with all his strength and

window. All were gone. About eight empty

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