Surprised Wife With Twins

"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.

pouring the whisky into a cup, Ivan opened the

from his throat all the way to his stomach. The scenes where they were together

answer my question now? Have you got

I could cure the wounds on your back as well as your stomach problem, that I could cure

gentle and kind-hearted. All her wishes were about

blowing outside. He gulped down the whisky

hitting his jumbled mind. Each second seemed to

it be so

sat while drinking the alcohol for a whole night, waiting for Finnley's call. He had no intention of going

stomach medicine from Jennifer. Staring at the small bottle in his hand, he had mixed feelings. The dawn broke

believe that she had gone

the medicine bottle. Her kindly reminders reechoed in his

she wasn't beside him anymore. What was the

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

white pills scattered. Some rolled under the sofa, some rolled between the mats, and some rolled to the window. All were gone. About eight empty bottles were placed on the coffee table. However, Ivan didn't