Female NovelChapter 2875 Hatred might dissipate with time, but the repercussions of missing someone yield no positive outcome, like her mother’s fate.
Melissa entered the cloakroom, moving as though a walking corpse.
Unlocking the suitcase, she discovered the items Marcus had bestowed upon her. Among them, a Patek Philippe diamond watch gleamed.
Clutching the watch, Melissa meticulously wiped it clean, repeatedly uttering apologies. Tears trickled down, landing on the watch in succession.
The most valuable possession, the watch, found its way into her possession.
She also left a note bearing the words, “Sorry, Marcus. I've deceived you once more.” She concluded with a final word.
(Eagles) Surveying her surroundings, she took it all in.
Over the brief span of two days and nights, an abundance of memories had accumulated. These memories, sufficient to last a lifetime, now foretold the impending burden of Marcus’ wrath.
Departing without a farewell, reminiscent of her previous departure.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
She was aware that Marcus would locate her, unleashing a torrent of furious retaliation.
After Marcus finished his work, he returned to the hotel room.
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Silence pervaded, yet disorderly disarray characterized the surroundings. Alarmed by this anomaly, he urgently called out, “Melissa? Melissal” Regrettably, no response met his calls.
Swiftly entering the cloakroom, he found a disarrayed suitcase. The impeccably ironed shirt Melissa had packed for him the previous night lay in disarray.
An opened watch box revealed the absence of the expensive timepiece.
Marcus, overcome with a surge of emotion, closed his eyes.
Exiting hastily, Marcus noticed a piece of paper on the table as he passed by.
It was a note left by Melissa.
Marcus gazed at the note left by Melissa, his eyes lingering on it for what felt like an eternity.
In the business world, he was known for his decisiveness, never one to dither or delay.
Yet, this note seemed to press heavily on his heart.
Finally, he mustered the resolve to read it.
The handwriting was rushed, almost frantic.