Without him, Gwen could start a new life. She would not need to become the gang leader’s woman. No one would pay her any attention or criticize her, mentioning her past repeatedly to the point it haunted her daily.
With all that in mind, Luke was willing to vanish from this earth. He was willing to sacrifice his all for Gwen. All that mattered was that she was happy and blissful.
She was worth it.
At that thought, Luke sighed and placed the bowl on the short drawer by the side. He walked over to Gwen's side once more, reached out, and hugged her tightly.
"I'll take care of myself. You have to get well. Listen to the doctor, and recover soon." As Luke's aura and body warmth enveloped Gwen, she bit her lip and bore through her tears. "I will."
Gwen lifted her head and looked out of the window, trying not to let her tears fall.
"Luke, I... I'm really happy that I met you."
"Me too." Luke closed his eyes and sighed. He reached out his large hand, held Gwen's chin, and kissed her passionately. His kiss was fierce and domineering.
Gwen, in the past, would have instinctively resisted every time he kissed like this.
Although every time it would only result in a longer and deeper kiss, she already had the habit.
However, at that moment of farewell, she no longer struggled.
She brought her arms around Luke's neck and reeled him closer to her. Her hands crossed behind his neck, pulling herself closer to her.
She hugged him tightly, welcoming him.
They kissed each other, lips on lips, as their bodies pressed close.
Powered by a sudden burst of strength, she took a deep breath =b)
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