Female NovelChapter 2772 The warmth she once relished in the apartment had vanished, leaving behind only fear and a sense of helplessness about the future.
Recently graduated, Melissa lacked the means to cover the 800, 000 dollars required for the surgery.
Gradually sinking onto the bed, Melissa's lips quivered. She embraced herself tenderly.
Over two years, she questioned if the love she once knew persisted.
During this time, she grappled with the daily dread of fundraising.
They hadn't enjoyed a decent meal together, and their conversations revolved around therapy, even during phone calls.
Their most recent encounter took place a month ago.
Ironically, the person she communicated with the most in her life was Marcus.
In a fetal position, Melissa experienced a sudden surge of regret.
Marcus had been subtly expressing his fondness for her.
Entertaining the notion of allowing him to have her, she wondered if it would resolve everything.
She would attain her desires, and Marcus would achieve his.
AngelasLibrary Yet the contemplation alone left her feeling contemptible.
A soft knock resonated on the door, accompanied by Marcus’ voice, urging, “Open the door.” Melissa was taken aback upon hearing Marcus’ voice.
The question echoed in her mind-Why was he here? Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All Books Updates...
Lost in thought, Melissa was jolted when Marcus declared from outside, “If you don't open the door, I'l kick it open. This door’s not gonna hold anyway!" Faced with little choice, Melissa reluctantly rose and opened the door for him.
As the door swung open, she immediately noticed the somber expression on Marcus’ face. Although it swiftly reverted to his usual arrogance.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
“There's not much room in here,” Melissa said in a low murmur.
Marcus peered into the attic, discovering its confined space, measuring less than 40 square meters.
However, despite its size, the area was impeccably clean and orderly.
Unfazed by the modest surroundings, he brought the bag inside. His upscale, tailored attire stood in stark contrast to her humble place, yet he seemed entirely at ease. Within the attic, Marcus retrieved a medicine box from the bag, declaring, “Painkillers. You know how to take them, right?” Melissa, still bewildered, gazed at him without comprehension.