Chapter 104 A Farewell of Love

The deep winter in Las Vegas was particularly harsh, with temperatures below freezing cutting through the air like invisible knives. Yvonne had just returned from the warm climate of the South and hadn’t yet adjusted to the cold, which now thoroughly overwhelmed her. Her simple black coat seemed so thin against the northern wind and snow. As she hurried along, her figure flickered under the dim streetlights, like a lonely shadow. The cold wind cut like a knife, and her hands, clenched tightly, were tinged with a purplish red from the cold. Her breath formed small clouds in the air, which were quickly shredded and dispersed by the wind. Just as Yvonne felt utterly defeated by the cold and began to despair, the gates of Marcus's home appeared before her. She practically dashed inside, where the warmth inside contrasted sharply with the cold outside. Marcus immediately jumped up from the comfortable sofa when he saw her frostbitten hands and said with concern, "Come in first; we