Chapter 72

"I have three meetings lined up. I'll visit you at the hospital after I'm done," Curtis explained. Jenna lowered her head and touched her cheek. Curtis raised his hand to touch her cheek. The red and distinct handprints stood out clearly. It was proof that Marceline hadn't held back at all. "Does it hurt?" As soon as those words rolled off his tongue, tears cascaded down Jenna's face. "No. It's alright. Marceline's just upset. I understand." "I'm glad you do. She hasn't been in the best state lately. Keep this to yourself, alright? I don't want people talking behind her back again." Jenna's hands curled into fists, her knuckles turning white. "I know." Right then, Ken started the engine, cutting their conversation short. Curtis stood rooted to the spot. He took out a cigarette and smoked half of it before the irritation in his chest made him flick the rest into a nearby trash can. After returning to his top-floor office, he headed straight into the lounge. There, he found Marcel