Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1301

Apart from anything else, this face was pure and beautiful enough. Even if she fell asleep now, she was like an angel, drilling straight into his heart. Marcellus couldn't help but want to hold her tighter.

She was simple and unsophisticated and never bothered to hide her feelings. She only needed a glance to understand her, and Marcellus wasn't worried at all.

But what about her?

When facing her, could she understand the real her under this layer of skin?

Thinking of this, Marcellus felt inexplicably depressed. It wasn't that he wasn't confident, but he felt that there was a long way to go.

No matter what, at the very least, he had spent a lot of effort in exchange for a month of time with her. No matter what happened in the future, she was now his girlfriend.

That was enough.

Marcellus didn't know how long he had been staring at her face. When he saw her close her eyes, he could identify every inch of her face.

Before he felt sleepy, he lowered his head and kissed her warm lips.

"Good night, girlfriend."

At 2:30 a.m., late at night, in Dean Lane's office of the Lane's Hospital.

In contrast to the cheerful atmosphere, all the air around here was filled with seriousness and depression.

Evelyn looked at the man sitting next to her, clenching his fists and lowering his head, trying his best to restrain himself. She raised her hand to touch his left hand, which was cold.

Now that Evelyn had woken up, Huston didn't want to believe it.

It had been 15 minutes, but he just sat there quietly. If his eyes hadn't been open, people would have thought that he was asleep.

"Huston, everyone has done their best. Grandpa has also done his best." After hesitating for a long time, Evelyn could only comfort her with a pale and sad face.

During this period of time, they were all in great pain, but the most painful person was the Sir. Lloyd. Every day when he woke up, there was an endless infusion and treatment. His arm was swollen because of the infusion, so he couldn't eat and could only use tubes. However, the old man was clear-minded, and it hurt even more.

Their extravagant hopes were also a kind of pressure and consumption for the old man.

Huston quietly listened to the soft female voice next to his ear. His heart was ice-cold, and he only wanted to smoke a cigarette to ease the tension.