Goodbye, My Love

Once he honed his skills, he would prepare a meal for Loraine.

In the past, it was always Loraine who made sacrifices and compromises for him. Now, it was his turn to take care of her!

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With Marco’s playful interference finally at bay, Loraine swiftly finished preparing the meal.

The centerpiece was a light yet tantalizingly creamy pasta, accompanied by mashed potatoes that transformed into a dish brimming with cheesy goodness. This was complemented by a vegetable salad made from the lettuce gifted by Henna.

Their modest apartment contained only a computer table, which was transformed into a delightful dining area. The simple dishes laid out on the table created an aura of a lavish banquet.

Settling down at the table, Loraine and Marco shared a glance and found the whole situation rather amusing, prompting a fit of Laughter from both.

In that moment, they felt like any other couple, returning home after work, cooking a simple meal together, and enjoying it around a small dining table, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and contentment.

Though the dishes were humble, Loraine, trained under the Geranium’s head chef, brought a distinct finesse to them. Even Marco, accustomed to high-end gourmet food, was enticed by the flavors Loraine crafted.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Before long, they had relished the entire meal.

Marco struggled to recall the last time he had derived such pleasure from a meal and heaped sincere praise, “Your cooking is exceptional.” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Loraine responded with a smile, “I was tutored by the Geranium’s head chef, so it’s bound to be good.”

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But Marco felt there was a difference. Even the top chef at the

Geranium couldn’t replicate the unique taste that Loraine brought to the dishes.

Post-dinner, Marco took up the chore of washing dishes, although his clumsiness resulted in two shattered bowls.

Loraine couldn’t suppress her Laughter, eventually clearing up the mess herself. They both then settled by the window, watching as the city lights gradually Lit up the streets below.

Almost instinctively, Marco’s hand found hers.

He turned to her, his face wearing a serious expression as he confessed, “Today, I heard from Mrs. Thatcher about your past.. Loraine, before we got married, I was oblivious to your life. Now, I yearn to understand you-your past, your present, and your future-I want to be involved in every aspect of your life.”

Loraine was taken aback. In truth, he had been a part of her past far longer than he realized. He simply wasn’t conscious of it.

Marco was under the impression that their first encounter was when they got married.

However, even before their marriage, Loraine had already fallen for him.

As she studied Marco’s profile, her heart pounded in her chest, their shared past superimposing itself on the present.

She was transported back to a time when she was harassed by village men, one of whom even attempted to assault her. It was then that Marco made his timely appearance.

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