Chapter37

A man looking disheveled was in the Kaufman's villa.

He sat on the floor barefoot, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

Antonio had locked himself at home since that day, refusing to either eat or drink.

He used to be a clean freak, paying great attention to his appearance all the time. Yet now his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard and pitiful.

Clutching the pocket watch, he murmured, "Grace...

"I know you always hate it when I drink...

"Come back. Come back so that you can scold me in my face, OK?"

When saying this, he pressed his cheek against her face in their wedding photo, trying to catch a trace of her scent and warmth.

After some time, he suddenly woke up with a start and looked around, confused.

In the next second, he realized that everything was still in place, and Grace was still nowhere to be seen.

Once again, he was caught up in despair.

Just then, he felt a gust of wind, which brought some sounds

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heart skipped a beat; he

listen.

up at once and rushed toward the living room without even

figure in the kitchen

red, and he didn't even dare to breathe

cautiously whispered, his voice

The figure paused.

she turned around, and he saw Mylie's fawning

you; it's good for

It wasn't her.

It wasn't Grace.

dimmed

in agony, feeling dizzy. He was about to lose his

at him, Mylie felt

just a few days, he had become so gaunt,

he were seriously

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pleading sadly,

been so hard. But no matter what, you

"Piss off."

bit

won't leave, Antonio. I'm willing

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