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Chapter 1137 - 594: Extra Story: Live Well 2_2
Chester reached out his hand, trying to check the temperature on her forehead, and Alice Robinson’s body suddenly stiffened, then quickly dodged away.Chester looked at his empty hand and couldn’t help but recall Alice Robinson’s coldness in the morning. She seemed angry, avoiding his gaze all day long, even avoiding any physical contact.
When she’s with Rachel, she’s all smiles, which indicates the problem is with him.
Chester parked the car by the roadside.
He scrutinized Alice Robinson’s profile, trying to find a clue beneath her indifferent exterior.
"What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong and make you unhappy?" Chester held Alice Robinson’s pale, smooth hand, gently stroking each finger.
Once again, Alice Robinson coldly withdrew her hand and tightly embraced Rachel.
"I’m fine, please drive," she stared straight ahead, maintaining her cold demeanor.
Chester furrowed his brows; he knew there must be something wrong, or Alice Robinson wouldn’t have such a drastic change. She was sweet and joyful in the morning, not like she is now, like a frightened bird.
"What’s the matter with you? If something’s wrong, just say it, don’t keep it inside, okay?" Chester persuaded, not trying to touch her again but observing the subtle changes in Alice Robinson’s face.
He saw a deep sadness in her eyes.
Alice Robinson chuckled softly, "I’m fine."
After saying that, she looked at Chester and calmly explained her change, "Starting today, let’s sleep separately, it’s not good if Rachel sees us."
His face darkened, "I didn’t know you were upset about this."
Alice Robinson looked ahead calmly, "I’m not angry, I just don’t want the child to think too much."
"If that’s the case, suit yourself!"
He didn’t say much, started the engine, and drove away.
After dinner, Chester went to the study.
Alice Robinson played with Rachel in the living room for a while, then returned to the room to tell stories and put Rachel to sleep.
Once Rachel was asleep, she took a shower, lay on the bed with wide-open eyes, but couldn’t fall asleep.
Eventually, she got up, wearing pajamas, and went to the study on the first floor.
The study door was ajar; she could see him at the desk, dealing with documents.
Behind him was a row of bookcases, with several ancient bronze ornaments on the desk, unclear if they were real. The hazy yellow light reflected on the bronze, casting a shadow on his handsome face, giving him a somewhat stern look.
His expression was always serious when working.
She watched him quietly, a surge of bitterness rising in her heart.
Does he know why she’s upset?
Because even now, he still won’t acknowledge Rachel...
He’s the child’s biological father, yet the child can only call him "uncle"...
In the morning, she knew how much he longed to explain their relationship to the child. Even though she knew it was impossible, she was still irritable in her heart.
She understood fully that there could be no outcome between them, so keeping the child in the dark was a form of protection.
But she just felt uncomfortable...
She felt very sorry for Rachel because other children had fathers who cherished them, but her daughter didn’t even know who her father was.
She really felt guilty and regretful...
But whom can she blame?
The child was her own choice to have; it was her misunderstanding that led the child to suffer with her... She can’t blame him.
She shook her head, sorting out her thoughts.
A day of discomfort finally cleared up at this moment.
She shouldn’t have been sulking with him...
She had finally found her way to his side, in these last moments, she should cherish every second spent with him. What more could she possibly ask for?
Knock, knock.
"Come in."
She took a deep breath, carried in a cup of coffee, smiled, "Brother, I made a cup of coffee for you."
Upon hearing her voice, he looked up.
She walked to his side, glanced at the documents, "Is there a lot of work at the company?"
He suddenly pulled her down, she was startled and already sitting on his lap, held in his arms.
"I thought you were still mad at me?"
His breath swept behind her ear, sensual and husky.
She held onto his neck, looking at him with a proud gaze, "I thought about it, you’re a patient, I shouldn’t be petty with you. If I upset you, I’ll end up being the one who feels bad."
With his intelligence, how could he not know what she’s upset about? But when she suggested sleeping separately in the afternoon, he chose to agree, clearly unwilling to broach the topic.
If that’s the case, why should she reveal it? Isn’t it better to cherish the present?
He smiled, his warm breath caressing her ear, making her heart flutter.
She suddenly jumped off his lap, took his hand, "Come with me."
Watching her mischievous demeanor, he curved his lips with interest.
She interlocked her fingers with his, pulling him out of the study, into the hall.
"Stand here, wait for me a moment."
With that, she ran to the ancient gramophone-style music player, placing a disc under the needle...
Suddenly, the sound quality, paired with the smooth, romantic Western music, played melodiously in the hall...
She happily returned to his side, her face slightly red, shyly said, "Brother, would you invite me to dance?"
Under this chandelier, where he once danced with Becca, she wanted to dance with him.
He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze slightly dazed.
She gently shook his arm, coquettishly said, "Please... please?"
Let his mind not only hold the memory of dancing with Becca...
If his surgery isn’t successful, let this be their final memory...
If his surgery is successful, in future days when he remembers Becca, perhaps he might occasionally think of her...