Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1205

ALL he wanted was to distance himself from the cemetery and Keely, but he was shackled by an obligation.

Keely was Jorge's love, and Jorge had paid the ultimate price for

Marco. It was a debt he knew he could never repay.

Marco's exterior cracked as he stared at Jorge's gravestone.

The memory of Jorge shielding him from a lethal bullet, intended for him, was burned into his mind. By the time

his assistant arrived, it was too late.

On the way to the hospital, Jorge, his hands stained with blood, clutched Marco's arm, Leaving him with one final

plea.

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“Marco, promise me... Take care of Keely for me.”

Marco closed his eyes and chuckled silently to himself.

He had honored his promise. For a debt he knew was impossible to repay, he had bitten his tongue countless

times at Keely’s antics. Even

Loraine had borne the brunt of his coldness due to Keely, leading to their separation.

When Loraine cback into his life, he saw a second chance. He made a pact with himself not to let Keely

jeopardize this opportunity.

“Ah!” Keely’s startled cry snapped Marco out of his reverie. Swiftly, her slender figure found solace in his

embrace.

Marco recoiled, stepping away before she could close the distance.

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“What are you up to? We are standing in front of Jorge's grave, Keely.

Mind your actions!”

With a teary gaze, Keely retorted, “You got it wrong, Marco. | was just trying to shield you from the rain.”

Only then did Marco realize the droplets of rain seeping into the floral tribute on the tombstone.

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Keely’s thin dress, now drenched, stuck to her form. Marco sighed, taking off his coat and throwing it in her

direction.

Caught off guard, Keely accepted the jacket, a mix of surprise and affection in her eyes. “Marco, | knew you still

had feelings for me.”

“Find your own shelter, Keely. | need my space,” Marco retorted, his tone icy.

He didn’t want her in his sight again.

A crestfallen Keely bit her Lower lip but said nothing, taking refuge in a nearby gazebo.

Not long after, Marco’s phone vibrated with a message from Loraine.