Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1235

Skeptical, Loraine asked, “Are you serious?”

Marco nodded, timing it perfectly to feed her another spoonful of porridge, which Loraine obediently swallowed

Considering the situation, she saw the benefits of complying with him and decided to relax.

So Loraine was lured into eating spoonful after spoonful. Before she knew it, she had consumed all the porridge.

She shook her head to indicate that she didn’t want to eat anymore.

However, Marco remained unfazed. He fetched a bowl of nutritious soup and continued his coaxing, “Eat a little

more, or our deal doesn’t stand.”

Loraine suspected she'd been duped, but the dishes tasted divine.

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Charmed by his gentle feeding, she consumed two more dishes without even realizing it.

When Marco tried to serve her another portion, Loraine couldn't manage any more. She closed her mouth and

attempted to shoo him away, saying,

“I'm full now! You said you wouldn't botheranymore, so leave!”

Marco pursed his Lips and leaned in closer to her. He reached out to wipe something from the corner of her lips,

whispering, “Hold on, you ate so fast that you made a mess.”

A tender touch followed the curve of her Lips, bringing a sensation that rendered Loraine still as a statue.

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The tip of Marco's finger, bearing the rough texture of a mild callus, moved across her dewy lips that mirrored

the rich, Luscious hue of ripe cherries, eliciting a faint shiver to ripple between her slightly parted lips.

As Marco's gaze intensified, deliberately or not, he gently swiped around her lips before applying pressure to the

gleaming petal of her lip, his finger caressing it softly.

Loraine’s face flushed crimson, akin to a ripe shrimp, her eyes welling up with tears. Unconsciously, she recoiled,

gripping the blanket with force, her pale hand straining due to the discomfort from the needle.

Loraine abruptly cto her senses, swiftly shifting away to avoid his touch. Her breaths becshallow and

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erratic from a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

“Haven't you finished wiping yet?”

However, Marco appeared innocent, displaying his palm to her which held evidence of crunchy bread crumbs.

Loraine’s face deepened in color. She felt feverish and disoriented.

How did she end up like a child struggling with basic eating habits?

The sight of his hand served as a reminder of the recent events.

Loraine felt upset, and stuttered out a command, “Go wash your hands now!”

In response, Marco nodded and boldly licked his hand in front of her.