“What?” “You know what will happen when you meet each other. He is seriously injured now. It’s better for you two not to meet for the time being…” As soon as they met, they would have a fight. “Well.” Lincoln replied deeply. Afterward, Zayla entered the ward alone.

Lincoln glanced at the bodyguard at the door, and ordered. “Keep it safe.” “Yes, Mr. Nash.” Then, Lincoln walked toward the other end of the corridor.

Seeing this, Melvin asked, “Mr. Nash, aren’t you going in?” Lincoln didn’t answer. He just walked away.

Melvin asked again, “Mr. Nash, where are you going? Ms. Vargas will be very anxious if she can’t find you.” Hearing this, Lincoln reluctantly slowed down.

“I want to go to the end of the corridor.”

Melvin looked at the end of the corridor. There was a smoking area. Melvin thought, ‘Does Mr. Nash want to smoke? Doesn’t he quit a long time ago?

Mr. Nash seldom relieves his irritability by smoking. Why does he smoke again today?’ Melvin glanced at the door of the ward, and asked softly, “Did Ms. Vargas go in?”

The two bodyguards at the door nodded.

understood what was going

saw that Lincoln had already lit a cigarette.

you are so far away from the

I mean just in

the cigarette and thrown it into the ashtray. Then, he turned around and walked towards

ward. Apart from the pungent smell of disinfectant, it was hard to regard this luxury suite as a ward. Simon was asleep and was given intravenous fluids.

“Zayla.”

Simon spoke weakly. Simon was wrapped in gauze. Let alone

“You’re awake.”

You hurt so badly for me. I’m the one who should say sorry.” Simon

I died on that rainy day,

nodded. Zayla thought, ‘That misunderstanding is corrected at the moment their

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