Clue

Marion walked over to Drake and touched the man's body. Still warm, as if it wasn't Drake who had a below normal body temperature. She knew very well how cold he was. And now, feeling that difference made Marion feel foreign.

The girl looked at the face of the man who was lying and closed, still beautiful as if no time or anything could erode the charm of Drake Wilmer especially Marion's eyes.

She rubbed Drake's head, then kissed his forehead.

"Drake, I'm here ... how long are you going to sleep like this, hm? Haven't you ever slept before?" said Marion, holding back the tears that had gathered in her eyelids.

Marion held back her sobs, holding Drake's hand that had once caressed and touched her lovingly.

"I missed you, Drake. I'm sorry … if we were really meant to be, then you'd wake up sooner. However, I have to say this, William has already tagged me. And I'm expecting a baby that might all be his. Aren't you impossible give me a baby?"