Hearing what Benson said, her nose became sour and her eyes became red. Emily's hard shell suddenly collapsed and her heart became soft. Her mind became sentimental and she even wanted to cry.

But if Benson's love was based on the if, how about the reality?

"Why can't you like me because of stomach trouble?" Said Emily in a low voice, with tears gathering in her chest.

"No, I can't. I just can't!" Benson's eyes were shining like stars which attracted people. He continued, "I've already failed someone. I can't continue to live up to you! We all know my illness If I could be with you, I think it may be a good thing to live with you for a lifetime, but how many if? "

"Now that you don't like me, you have failed me." Emily suddenly grabbed Benson's arm and said stubbornly, "we have been together for many years!"

"Yes!" Benson nodded, reached out his hand and patted on the hand of Emily. "So I'll try my best to be good to you now. But I don't know how long I can hold on. One day, if I'm gone, you..."

"Shut up!" Emily interrupted Benson and raised her hand to block his mouth. Emily sobbed with tears in her eyes, "no, you're not. Where are you? I want to be with you forever, okay? Just take it as my way to make up for my mistakes I want to be with you forever! "

After a long silence, Benson's heart shook slightly. As he saw the tears in Emily's eyes was growing bigger and bigger and gradually gathered together, he felt a pain in his heart. He raised his hand, patted Emily on the head, and slowly approached his chest with her in his arms.

His silent comfort made Emily cry out loud. Emily leaned forward and hugged Benson, trembling. His clothes were wet with tears. It was the first time that she had shown her helplessness and fear to Benson. She used to be afraid that he hadn't loved her, but now She thought that as long as Benson could stand in front of her, she could be able to feel his strong and warm heart!

"How can a strong woman cry? What if I leave? " Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Benson said, "anyway, we both know my conditions well. Rather than pretending to know nothing about it, I think it's better for me to learn to face it early, so that Otherwise, if that day comes too soon and we don't even have the time to say goodbye. "

"No, stop it..." Said Emily in a sullen voice.

Sad and depressed, Benson didn't speak again.

While Emily was sobbing, she said, "I really envy Poppi. You didn't tell her anything, and she didn't know anything, so she didn't have to suffer so much."

"I just hope she can gradually forget me, no matter what identity she has, and let her forget the man called 'Benson Ji '. If she knows about my disease, I'm afraid that after I leave, she will remember it for a lifetime. " Benson said, "She remembered me. I'm afr

hand. He said in a mocking voice, "Malcolm? You still haven't forgotten your Malcolm, have you? "

The woman took a step back and felt the man was getting close to her. She frowned and said, "you are not Malcolm."

"Of course not!" The man had come to the front of the woman. After saying that with a smile, he reached out his hand and suddenly wrapped his arm around the woman's waist. Then he pressed the woman against the wall, tightly clung to her.

"What are you doing? !" The woman screamed and struggled desperately. She stared at the man in front of her and said, "you are George!"

" I was recognized by the daughter of the mayor!" The smile on the corner of George's mouth got bigger. He reached out his hand and clicked the button behind the woman. Then he raised his hand and took a sip of the wine.

The room was lit up. It was Catherine.

The sudden dazzling light made Catherine unable to open her eyes. She closed her eyes and tilted her head. The next second, someone lifted her chin suddenly, which made Catherine stunned. The moment she opened her eyes, George had kissed her and gave all the liquor in his mouth to her.

"Well..." But before Catherine could finish her sentence, George suddenly put his arm around her waist and pressed her lips against his, and she couldn't to spit the wine out.

After saying that, George smiled wickedly and suddenly lifted Catherine's chin with his hand. Without enough time to react, the wine in her mouth rushed into her throat and into her chest, choking Catherine to cough.

"Ahem!" Catherine pushed George away and felt disgusted.

Then George raised his glass, shook it in front of him and asked, "Miss Lin, is the wine good? Do you want to eat more? "

"What do you want to do? !" Catherine asked George viciously, "I have no grudge against you. Why did you ask people to stop me from the airport?"