“Hal You’re so naive! The fact that Marco didn’t confide in you about this clearly shows you don’t mean


    much to him. Now, Let me prove that


    I’m not making this up. He’s right here.” Keely, swelling with self-satisfaction, bellowed, “Marco!”


    Her voice echoed through the deste cemetery, but there was no response.


    Suddenly flustered, Keely shrieked, “Marco, help! Come and help me!”


    Loraine watched Keely, puzzled at her erratic behavior, wondering what antics the unhinged woman


    was up to next.


    While Loraine had no interest in Keely’s theatrical disy, she couldn’t shake off her anxiety. She kept


    scanning the surroundings nervously, dreading that Marco might appear at any moment.


    Despite Keely’s continuous cries for help, no one came to her aid.


    Loraine felt a wave of relief wash over her. She considered Keely a loose cannon, prone to concocting


    stories anywhere, anytime. She decided not to buy into Keely’s tales.


    Unexpectedly, a tall figure appeared in the rain.


    “Keely, haven’t you caused enough drama?” the man asked with a furrowed brow.


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    His words died away as he noticed Loraine’s presence under the gazebo.


    Unable to suppress a sardonic smile, Loraine questioned, “Marco, didn’t you im to be at the office?


    How did you end up here?”


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    Marco found himself at a loss for words.


    Unsure how to respond to Loraine, his mind went nk. He had imagined confessing to her after all


    things were put in ce, yet he hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon her here.


    Despite his best efforts to rify, his exnations seemed nothing more than fabricated lies.


    Noticing Marco’s silence and implicit confirmation, Loraine’s disappointment deepened.


    It turned out that… Marco had indeede here with Keely, deceiving her in the process.


    With a nk expression, Loraine shifted her gaze from Keely to Marco.


    “Mr. Bryant’s affection for Miss Haywood is clear. I’ll take my leave so as not to intrude on your time


    together.”


    With that, she pivoted to exit the gazebo.


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    In response, Marco, almost instinctively, reached out and held her hand, speaking with an earnest


    voice. “The rain is pouring down. It’s safer for you to wait here until it subsides.”


    A bitterugh escaped Loraine’s lips. She forcefully shook off his hand, her words as chilly as the rain


    outside, “Mr. Bryant, respect my personal space. Stop being so clingy. We’re divorced. Now we only


    share a business rtionship.”