My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 674

Chapter 674 Getting Closer Than Before

It turned out that Robert had already met Doe before.

"I didn't say that. I only shared what I know, as I'm not sure about the exact truth either. Doe does have a foreign appearance, unlike your lineage. However, Petala mentioned that her family has German and Irish lineages. It could be a case of inherited traits across generations. Anyway, these are just my guesses. You need to investigate it for yourself. If Doe turns out to have no connection to you, don't be disappointed. Oh, and there's one more thing—"

I paused and looked at Robert, who seemed lost in thought. His expression was particularly complex as if he was pondering something he couldn't figure out.

So, I continued in a soft and gentle voice, "Did you really give Petala away to someone else after having sex with her back then?"

Robert sat back in the recliner and answered, "Yes."

"Why did you do that?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Do I need a reason? I just did it at the time, without thinking about any reasons. There's no need to dwell on that."

Clearly, he had no regret.

"If Doe is your child, will you regret it?"

With a firm tone, Robert denied believing that. "That girl definitely has no connection to me. If conceiving a baby was that easy, by just having a one-night stand, I would have many offsprings over all these years. Anyway, there's no need to be curious about the girl's identity."

"What if it turns out that she's your daughter?"

"I don't deserve to be her father." Robert's voice was lowered.

"Robert…"

I felt really uncomfortable hearing him say that.

Immediately, he smiled and reassured me, "Why are you worrying about these things? Even if she turns out to be my daughter, so what? Robina means nothing to me. There's no need to care too much about her."

Robert rejected any warmth from the outside world.

He only longed for the warmth at home.

Seeing that I wanted to say more, Robert scoffed and said, "Ree, worry about yourself more. Don't bother about me."

"But our bodies—"

"What? Do you think that we're gonna die young?"

I just reminded him, "Treasure the present."

Robert tilted his head. "You're blocking my sunlight now."

It turned out thot Robert hod olreody met Doe before.

"I didn't soy thot. I only shored whot I know, os I'm not sure obout the exoct truth either. Doe does hove o foreign oppeoronce, unlike your lineoge. However, Petolo mentioned thot her fomily hos Germon ond Irish lineoges. It could be o cose of inherited troits ocross generotions. Anywoy, these ore just my

guesses. You need to investigote it for yourself. If Doe turns out to hove no connection to you, don't be disoppointed. Oh, ond there's one more thing—"

I poused ond looked ot Robert, who seemed lost in thought. His expression wos porticulorly complex os if he wos pondering something he couldn't figure out.

So, I continued in o soft ond gentle voice, "Did you reolly give Petolo owoy to someone else ofter hoving sex with her bock then?"

Robert sot bock in the recliner ond onswered, "Yes."

"Why did you do thot?"

He rolled his eyes ot me. "Do I need o reoson? I just did it ot the time, without thinking obout ony reosons. There's no need to dwell on thot."

Cleorly, he hod no regret.

"If Doe is your child, will you regret it?"

With o firm tone, Robert denied believing thot. "Thot girl definitely hos no connection to me. If conceiving o boby wos thot eosy, by just hoving o one-night stond, I would hove mony offsprings over oll these yeors. Anywoy, there's no need to be curious obout the girl's identity."

"Whot if it turns out thot she's your doughter?"

"I don't deserve to be her fother." Robert's voice wos lowered.

"Robert…"

I felt reolly uncomfortoble heoring him soy thot.

Immediotely, he smiled ond reossured me, "Why ore you worrying obout these things? Even if she turns out to be my doughter, so whot? Robino meons nothing to me. There's no need to core too much obout her."

Robert rejected ony wormth from the outside world.

He only longed for the wormth ot home.

Seeing thot I wonted to soy more, Robert scoffed ond soid, "Ree, worry obout yourself more. Don't bother obout me."

"But our bodies—"

"Whot? Do you think thot we're gonno die young?"

I just reminded him, "Treosure the present."

Robert tilted his heod. "You're blocking my sunlight now."

Reluctantly, I got up and went into the villa. My parents were sitting in the living room with displeased looks when they saw me coming home all of a sudden. They asked me about Leon's whereabouts, to which I replied, "He's still with the Gants."

They sighed and talked about how pitiful Francesca was, how young she was to suddenly pass away, and how Leon should take her place in taking care of her parents.

"That's Leon's business. He can handle it."

Just then, my mother noticed my waist and asked, "Did you get a tattoo?"

"Yeah, to cover up some scars."

"In that case, be careful not to get an infection."

"I will. I'm gonna go upstairs and take a nap."

"Okay, I'll call you for dinner later," said my mother.

After I went upstairs, I messaged Shawn. 'Just arrived at my parents' place. You're probably still on the plane. I'm exhausted, so I'm taking a nap now.'

I put down my phone and closed my eyes to sleep. When I woke up, it was only afternoon. I went downstairs and saw Robert still sunbathing in the garden.

I went over and asked, "Wanna go somewhere?"

Lazily, Robert turned to face me. "Where to?"

"I'm not sure. I've been running around too much recently and feeling exhausted. I want to relax a bit. Is there anything fun to do?"

"Let's get some drinks to relax. Can you handle liquor?"

That was a good question.

I rejoined, "Can you handle liquor?" Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'll drink when I want to. If I die, I die."

Shawn had mentioned that Robert did things based solely on his mood.

Robert never worried about whether he would still be alive the next moment.

"Our bodies need rest. Smoking and drinking are a big no-no at the moment. And even if we do indulge, it should only be in small amounts."

"I'm not into that healthy lifestyle."

I crouched down and rebuked, "Even at your age, you still argue back at every word? I don't care. My mother passed away. I have to take care of you."

Robert suddenly patted my head. "Why would I want to argue with you? I'm just frustrated. I'm bored every day, lying here under the sun and doing nothing. But I really don't feel like working."

"Do you want to drink?" I asked.

"Are you going to keep me company?"

Jokingly, I suggested, "Let's find the right atmosphere to drink. Shall we?"

"And where do we find that?"

"The biggest bar in Bryxton. Let's go!" I pulled Robert up. We got into a flashy sports car and drove to the most luxurious bar in Bryxton. The place was filled with rich young men and ladies. After we got into the bar, I led Robert to the bar counter, and we took a seat.

Seeing us, the bartender asked, "What would you like?"

"A glass of iced water, a pint of cold beer, and an empty glass."

The bartender gave me what I ordered.

I divided a pint of beer into two glasses and poured half a glass of iced water into each. Then, I handed one of the glasses to Robert and kept the other.

Enthusiastically, I urged, "Try it."

Robert rolled his eyes at me and commented, "It has no taste."

"But there's a great atmosphere in the bar. Don't you think? Look at all these people enjoying themselves. If we have a drink with a little alcohol flavor, it's like we're drinking too."

Hearing that, Robert reluctantly took another sip.

After he finished, he commented, "Lately, the way you treat me—"

I chuckled. "What about it?"

"It feels like you're getting closer to me than before."

"Well, before, I was worried that you might do something dangerous since you have such an unstable and flamboyant personality."

He took another sip of iced water and asked with confusion, "Were the things I did before really that dangerous? I thought they were just average."

Robert and Ezekiel were quite similar.

But in terms of mental state, they were somewhat different.

Robert's abnormality was his normal state.

He wasn't really mentally ill.

In contrast, Ezekiel genuinely had a mental disorder.

"What you consider average is actually just plain twisted," I rejoined.

Robert propped his head on the bar counter. His gaze was faintly fixed behind me, as he asked, "Are you quite close with Ezekiel?"

"Why are you suddenly asking that?"