"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.

a cup, Ivan opened

burning sensation from his throat all the way to his

you answer my question now? Have you got the

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

All her wishes were about

wind blowing outside. He gulped

he closed his eyes, his pain kept hitting his jumbled mind. Each second seemed to be

be so difficult to find a

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

he missed her greatly, Ivan picked up the stomach medicine from Jennifer. Staring at the small bottle in his hand, he had mixed feelings.

she had gone without telling him, which he

pinched the medicine bottle. Her kindly reminders reechoed in

wasn't beside him anymore. What was the

He pinched the bottle with all his strength and crushed it, which he had been holding for

rolled under the sofa, some rolled between the mats, and some rolled to the window. All were gone. About

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