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2024-10-29 19:42:56She opened her eyes and just stared at him for a while. There was something strange in her gaze, something unlike the other girls. After all, every time girls looked at him, they didn't hide their weaknesses. They wanted to be weak, defenseless. But not Celeste. Frowning her thin eyebrows, she was able to put on the mask of a brave warrior and say, "It takes a lot for a human to stop getting tired."
Adelard could not breathe, think, be himself. It was all left behind. Love left him no choice.
"I felt sorry for you today. You stood there looking like you were being tortured. I felt sorry for you. But don't think that I will always let you into my home. This is the first and last time," she said.
"You left me no choice. Celeste, you know I love you, don't you? Does my love not stand a chance?" Adelard managed to ask. He stood up and stepped closer to her.
Slightly changing her expression to a more wary one, she said, "I have heard ma
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"Doctor, do everything you can to save him. Do everything possible and impossible. If it's a matter of money, I'm willing to pay anything, but the most important thing is that he lives." Adelard was almost on his knees and continued to hold Gaspard's hand as if he were his own brother or something. But no, he was just a stranger, just a man who lived out his days on the streets, without a single hope of home or happiness.In the light of only two candles, all stood in silence. No one dared to say anything at the moment when Adelard was almost on his knees begging the doctor for help. And no one could understand the kindness that was in Adelard's heart. No one could understand his motives for helping a complete stranger. Even Nicholas could not understand him. Because of this, everyone in the room was speechless. Slowly closing his eyes, Gaspard smiled for the last time and then escaped from reality. But it was only a sleep in the arms of fate."Is he dead?"
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