Marshall remained silent as he stood next to Irene, gazing downstairs. His lowered gaze concealed his expression; Irene could not tell what he was thinking about.
After a while, he asked, “Do you have another one?”
She tossed him a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Marshall swiftly took one out, flicked it a couple of times on his fingertips, and then lit it.
Perhaps it had been too long since he last smoked. When he took the first drag, he could not help but cough a few times.
Irene glanced at him and said flatly, “You used to listen to everything he says.
You’ve changed a lot since you came back to Hustuabourg.” “Really?” After a brief pause, Marshall took another drag and said, “I don’t remember what I used to be like, but I’m pretty happy with who I am now.”
Irene paused. Then, she silently scrutinized Marshall’s expression.
The smoke surrounding him veiled his face, shrouding his emotions in mystery.
She chuckled and said in a flat tone, “It’s better that you don’t remember.”
After finishing his cigarette, Marshall was about to walk away, but Irene stopped him. “Marshall, you like Stella, don’t you?”
Marshall paused and turned to look at her.
Irene put out her cigarette and said, “If you do, I can help you.”
Marshall looked at her for a moment and asked, How can you help me?”
Irene smiled. “A man’s love for a woman always comes down to possessives.
Find someone to drug her and sleep with her. I’m sure that Keegan won’t want her anymore after that.”
Marshall also smiled, but it was a cold one.
Irene frowned. “What’s so funny?”
With his body slightly tilted, Marshal looked at her in a condescending manner.
“I just find it funny that you’ve lived to this age but can still say such things. I suppose you’ve never been loved by anyone.”
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