"Go back." He parted his lips lightly, "I want to be alone."
"Then tomorrow... will you go to the company?" Finn Morgan tentatively asked, "Do you want to change your schedule? You should rest well first."
He didn’t answer, feeling like tomorrow was a distant matter, there was no ti to think about it.
Finn Morgan understood him well, "Okay, I know what to do. Take care of yourself, and I’ll call you if there’s any news."
He didn’t speak, and Finn Morgan turned to leave.
As the footsteps faded away and the door closed again, Justin Kingston got up and locked the door, moving to the liquor cabinet to grab two bottles of whiskey and stood by the window.
In his deep gaze was a restrained anger, recalling the monts spent with Mia Lane, his heart bled... For the first ti, he felt such clear pain.
This woman may have engraved herself into his bones since the first eting seven years ago.
He once thought about spending his life with her.
Justin Kingston didn’t use a glass, unscrewing the cap and drank directly from the bottle...
The fiery liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, and the images of ti shared with her beca increasingly vivid in his mind.
"Since you accepted my gift, will you answer my question? Have you thought it over? Mrs. Kingston."
"I love you, and I don’t even know when it started. From that mont, I hoped you would be happy, hoped to heal the wound on your back and your gastritis, also hoped to cure your mother, I hope..."
She was always so gentle, so kind, her hopes were all about him, all for his good.
Justin Kingston sat by the window, listening to the wind picking up outside, sipping on his drink intermittently, wondering where she was, what she was doing?
Every ti he closed his eyes, the painful sensation hit his already chaotic mind... For Justin Kingston, seconds felt like years.
"How could it take so long to check on soone..."
That night, Justin Kingston just sat there, drinking, waiting for Finn Morgan’s call, with no intention of sleeping.
Whenever he missed her very much, he would pick up the stomach dicine Mia Lane had made for him, holding the small dicine bottle, feeling a mix of emotions.
He endured until the morning, holding love, concern, and hatred for her!
She left without a word!
This was sothing he couldn’t accept.
With the dicine bottle still in his hand, her advice echoed in his ears repeatedly, to take the dicine on ti.
But without her by his side, even if cured, then what?
In his eyes appeared a cold light of decisive ruthlessness! Gathering all his strength in his palm, he couldn’t bear it anymore and crushed the dicine bottle he’d been holding all night!
As the bottle shattered, countless small white pills scattered, so rolling under the sofa, so into the carpet crevices, so toward the window, rolling away so far...
On the coffee table lay seven or eight empty liquor bottles, but he didn’t feel drunk, rather very sober.
He clearly knew how deeply he loved her.
Dawn arrived, yet he didn’t see the light breaking through, and his phone remained silent...
A thin mist covered the Clearwater Bay villa.
Kristina Kingston rose early, having also not slept through the night.
"Madam, you’re up so early?" Mary saw her, a bit surprised, "You..."
"Help check on the situation at Erald Cove." Her tone was faint, "I’m very worried about him."
"Why don’t you go yourself?" Mary instinctively asked, "If you go, maybe..."
Kristina Kingston’s chilly gaze fell on her face, and Mary instantly fell silent.
After a while, she obediently lowered her eyes, "Okay, I’ll go, I’ll go now." She had a belly full of things she wanted to tell Mr. Kingston, holding it in was very uncomfortable!
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