Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 209 Love and Hate

"Go home," he said to Finnley indifferently. “Leave me in peace.”

"Will you... go to work tomorrow?" Finnley asked tentatively, "Shall Iadjust your schedules? You need a good rest."

Ivan didn't answer, feeling as if the next day was too far away from him.He didn't have the energy to think about it.

Finnley could understand how he felt. "Ok, I know what to do. Pleasetake care, Mr. Marsh. I'll keep you updated.”

Ivan didn't reply, and Finnley left.

He closed the door. Ivan stood up and locked it from the inside. Thenhe pulled out two bottles of whisky from the wine cabinet, sitting in frontof the window.

His eyes were full of anger. Recalling every moment he spent withJennifer in the past few days, he felt his heart was torn apart by grief,which he had never felt so in his life before.

Probably, since he encountered Jennifer for the first time seven yearsago, he had loved her to the core.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Instead of pouring the whisky into a cup, Ivan opened the lid, lifted thebottle, and gulped it down.

The liquid brought the burning sensation from his throat all the way tohis stomach. The scenes where they were together became clearerand clearer in his mind.

“You've accepted my gift. Can you answer my question now? Have yougot the answer, Mrs. Marsh?"

“I love you. I don't know when it started. Probably from the moment thatI wished you could be happy, that I could cure the wounds on your backas well as your stomach problem, that I could cure your mother, and Ialso hope..."

She was always gentle and kind-hearted. All her wishes were abouthim and for his own good.

Sitting in front of the window, Ivan heard the wind blowing outside. Hegulped down the whisky in frustration, wondering where she was andwhat she was doing.

Whenever he closed his eyes, his pain kept hitting his jumbled mind.Each second seemed to be a year to him.

"How could it be so difficult to replace a person..."

Ivan sat while drinking the alcohol for a whole night, waiting forFinnley's call. He had no intention of going to bed.

When he missed her greatly, Ivan picked up the stomach medicine fromJennifer. Staring at the small bottle in his hand, he had mixed feelings.The dawn broke the day. Ivan's heart was occupied by his love, worry,and hate toward her.

He couldn't believe that she had gone without telling him, which hecouldn't accept.

He pinched the medicine bottle. Her kindly reminders reechoed in hisears.

However, she wasn't beside him anymore. What was the point even ifhis stomach trouble was cured?

Ivan's eyes were full of ice. He pinched the bottle with all his strengthand crushed it, which he had been holding for a whole night.

Countless white pills scattered. Some rolled under the sofa, somerolled between the mats, and some rolled to the window. All were gone.About eight empty bottles were placed on the coffee table. However,Ivan didn't think he was drunk. He felt sobered.

He knew how much he loved Jennifer.

Although the next day had come, he still hadn't seen any hope as hisphone remained silent.

The villa of Kelsington Bay was engulfed by mist.

Aubree got up early as she had a sleepless night as well.

"Morning, Madam Aubree. Why did you get up so early?" Pippa wassurprised to see her. "You..."

"Pippa, go to Emerald Bay and check on Ivan,” Aubree interrupted her,"I'm worried about him."

"Why don't you go there in person?” Pippa asked. "If you go there,probably..."

Aubree's cold gaze shot at her. Pippa buttoned her lip.

A moment later, she lowered her eyes obediently. "OK, Madam. I'll gothere right now." She had a lot of things to tell Ivan as she could hardlyrepress them anymore.