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It's Not Too Late chapter 5
I went to the wardrobe and found a piece of clothing covered in dust. I shook the dust off and put it on without hesitation.Before long, I felt an itch on my back, near the wound.Perhaps it was infected.When I went out to buy clothes, Mark returned again.Why did he come back? To make fun of me?He thew some new clothes to me and told me to put them on.I refused; after all, he had a girlfriend. It wouldn't be right to buy clothes for another woman, right?Oh no, it had been three years; they should be married by now, right?But all of this was none of my business.Mark pulled me into the house.I obediently sat in the chair.Mark took some alcohol and medicinal wine, then began to wipe my back.It stung a bit, but I didn't make a sound.What was this little pain compared to the pain I had experienced a hundred or a thousand times worse?"Why is this scar on your waist?" Mark pointed to my waist, where the scar looked exceptionally ugly.Actually, the scar was closer to my kidneys.
It's Not Too Late chapter 6
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a white ceiling and was surrounded by a strong smell of disinfectant.I didn't care why I was here; all I knew was that I was going to be late for work, on the first day.I put on my shoes as quietly as possible, afraid of waking Mark, who was still asleep."Where are you going?" I had just reached the doorway when I heard Mark's groggy voice."I found a job; I'm going to be late," I replied honestly."Do you know you have a fever?"Mark appeared quite displeased.Was it because I got sick, and he had to cover the medical expenses?"Mr. Anderson, don't worry. I'll repay you the medical expenses once I receive my salary," I said, then respectfully bowed to him, and made a hasty exit.Luckily, I managed to be on time for my first day at work. Today happened to be Valentine’s Day, and the flower shop was bustling.I was responsible for handling payments since I didn't know much else at the moment.Despite the shop's small size, the owner possessed grea
It's Not Too Late chapter 7
"When will she wake up? She's been asleep for several days."When I woke up, I thought I heard Mark's voice.Why was I still haunted by Mark even after his death?It wasn't until a group of doctors examined me that I realized Mark had brought me here for gastric lavage.I had been given a second chance at life.It turned out that what I saw before losing consciousness was not an illusion. He truly appeared at that moment to save me.“Are you going to send me back there again?"I asked Mark, who had a grim expression."The doctor said you may have depression," Mark replied without directly addressing my question.I nodded, but that wasn't the main point. My only concern was whether I would be sent to rehab again."Why didn't you tell me?" Mark questioned me."Would you have believed me if I had told you?" I replied. If I were to tell him, he would have simply thought that I was making excuses to leave the rehab.While I was inside, I did have the opportunity to call him. About once ever
It's Not Too Late chapter 8
I didn't know how long I had been unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself still connected to a breathing machine.I tried to move my fingers to wake Mark, who was lying next to my bed. His head weighed heavily on my hand, causing a tingling sensation to spread through my fingers."Are you awake? How do you feel? Do you know you went into shock?" Mark asked....I was in shock, how would I know?But, was the person in front of me really Mark?My attention was drawn to his stubbly chin and bloodshot eyes.He was nothing like the cool, dignified, and self-assured Mark I knew.I wanted to speak, but I had no strength left. In the end, I gave up and lay still, letting the doctors and Mark do whatever they needed.I had apparently been asleep for four days.Mark was by my side during this whole time.In the afternoon, the doctor removed my breathing machine.I could speak again."How much time does the doctor say I have left to live?” Being well aware of my condition, I knew that time was r
It's Not Too Late chapter 9
I continued to set up my stall every day as usual. Mark, on the other hand, watched me from a distance every day, but I couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge him.“Hey, I’m back, and I brought some classmates with me to taste your hotdogs.” It was Charles, the first customer at my stall.I glanced at the two classmates behind him and nodded in their direction as a form of greeting."What flavors would you like?" I asked them with a smile, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a while."Any flavor is fine, we'll take one of each, and I'll pack some for my roommates to try too," one of Charles' classmates said, eyeing my hotdogs."How much? You didn't charge me last time, but this time, I can't leave without paying, or I won't come again."I didn't say I wouldn't charge. Besides, I still needed to repay the money."A dollar and fifty cents each, but I only accept cash. If you don't have cash, you can go to the convenience store nearby to get some." I pointed to the sign hanging on
It's Not Too Late chapter 1
I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it.To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend.People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him.They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care.There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted?I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.I paid Mark’s new love interest to leave him.She said that as long as she was with Mark, she never had to worry about money, so, she didn't care about this small amount.In the end, she enacted a scene on the staircase, accusing me of intentionally pushing her down the stairs.And I was sent to rehab by Mark.
It's Not Too Late chapter 2
When I just got out of rehab, I saw a parked Audi. This luxury car appeared out of place next to the small rehab center.I glanced at it and was about to leave.The person who got out of the car called me.It was Mark.He looked more mature than three years ago.But I only took one glance at him..My teacher at the rehab said it was impolite to stare at others, especially someone you liked.Having spent three years at the rehab, I had been completely brainwashed by teachers there.Mark told me to get in the car, and I obediently did.I sat in the back seat, staring at my own pants leg motionlessly.Mark sat next to me, and I could feel his intense gaze.The atmosphere in the car was very subtle.I didn't even dare to breathe.However, I couldn’t help coughing.It was an old habit.The car stopped at Mark's old family mansion.His grandmother lived there.If I were to remember correctly, today was Mark's grandmother's eightieth birthday.I had a rough idea of why Mark had come to pick
It's Not Too Late chapter 3
During lunchtime, I focused on eating a loaf of bread.I ate in complete silence, didn't even touch the other dishes, and devoured my food hurriedly as if I hadn't eaten in a month."Jennifer Hill!""I'm here!"When I heard someone call my name, I reflexively put down my forks and stood up.I even replied with "I'm here" while my mouth was still full.My unexpected reaction not only surprised Mark and his grandmother, but also caught me off guard. I glanced at their astonished expressions, then looked down at the neatly arranged tableware, even though I had put them down in a hurry.I suddenly didn't know what to do. I forgot that this wasn't the rehab center.I had no idea why Mark suddenly called me."You scared Jennifer, you rascal," Mark's grandmother scolded him, then turned to me and said, "Sit down, dear, Just make yourself at home. ."I obediently sat down without touching the dishes in front of me."Grandma was talking to you, didn't you hear?" Mark spoke in an irritated tone
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