Chapter 1087

Lorian sat in the car. He spaced out for a while before reaching for the cigarette pack on the center console.

Then, he lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. The pale blue smoke blurred his vision.

Lorian kept thinking about his past with Holly, as well as the fact that she was married. He also thought about the words she said.

"I'm married, Lorian."

That was right. Holly was married!

Lorian had already lowered himself to such a degree. He could even look past the fact that she was married.

All he wanted was for her to get back to his side, but she didn't want to do it.

If she didn't want to do it, then why would Lorian make her stay?

He should have a little dignity for himself!

After Lorian finished his cigarette, Lorian dialed Poppy's number and informed her of the villa's location. It was his private property, but he rarely lived in it.

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A man was at the Walwell Villa an hour later. A wine glass lay tilted on the carpet In the master bedroom on the second floor.

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