Wayne Bailey suddenly turned his face, staring at her intently, "I'm sick."
"Sick? Why not see a doctor... Do you have a headache?" Anna Jadwin furrowed her brows, looking at him with concern.
Wayne Bailey sneered, "It's incurable... Cancer!"
Some people are destined to be the cancer in your life, while others are merely a sneeze!
"What are you saying—" Anna Jadwin exclaimed, her hands loosening, and the towel fell to the ground.
The fear and pain in her eyes were so apparent, unmasked.
Wayne Bailey suddenly charged at her, pouncing like a cheetah, "Heart cancer, Anna Jadwin, I've got an incurable heart cancer because I can't forget you!"
Anna Jadwin trembled uncontrollably!
"Do you need me to die to be happy?" Wayne Bailey pressed down on her shoulders, shaking her desperately.
She saw his bloodshot eyes, the intense and overpowering scent that he exhaled... the smell of alcohol…
