Come With Me

Chapter 47 Pretend To Be Happy

I was really stupid at that time. I didn't choose to keep silent and even thought I knew something about Robbie.

It would take a lot of courage to stay in the ward of a person who might not wake up for the rest of his life. She might have her own difficulties when she chose to leave at that time. Michelle could come back at this time, and it could be seen that she still loved Rogelio in her heart. Let bygones be bygones. You'd better pray for the good. I believe that Rogelio will be fine."

For no reason, Robbie was driving faster and faster, and one car after another was overtaken by him.

"Robbie, what are you doing? It's too dangerous. Slow down, please. I'm afraid. "

I started to feel dizzy at such a speed, as if I was waving at death every second.

The car came to a sudden stop. As the car inertia, I leaned forward and my whole body hit the back of the front seat.

Before I could figure out what was going on, Robbie said, "get off the car."

I took a look at Robbie and then at my position. I'm far from home now and I can't hail a car on this bridge alone.

"Fuck off!"

Robbie growled at me.

I was worried about Robbie, but I couldn't accept his attitude. I opened the door and got out of the car.

As soon as I closed the door, Robbie's car drove away without any hesitation.

I saw cars passing by one by one and raised my head. The way back home is really too far.

I didn't know how long it would take for me to get home. I was so frustrated that I thought I would walk for hours like this.

It took me almost two hours to get home from walking to the bus station.

I was exhausted physically and mentally.

When I was about to enter the gate of the community, I accidentally saw a car parking opposite the mine.

Although the car parked in a low position, it was too eye-catching to ignore it among so many cars.

I saw Robbie stare at me. Maybe he didn't expect me to find him. So when he saw me look at him, he rolled up the window.

I turned my head away and walked into the house.

A car screeched to a halt behind me. I walked with my head down, so I didn't care about the noise at all.

Then there was another sharp horn.

"Get in the car," said Robbie behind me

It's imperative tone again. Though Robbie has saved my life, it doesn't feel good.

I took a look at Robbie and chose to be indifferent. I stubbornly moved on.

Seeing my attitude, Robbie stepped on the gas and left.

When I got home, I changed my clothes which still smelt like wine and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

But when I opened the bathroom door after taking a shower, I found that the lights from the hallway to the kitchen in the living room were all on.

I'm very thrifty when using electric tricycles.

I'm afraid that there would be some thieves in my house and I would become very careful.

However, the nervousness in my heart had not yet dissipated, I saw that in front of the floor to ceiling window, Robbie was sitting there, with one glass and one bottle of red wine in each hand. The red wine was half empty.

"Why are you here?"

Without turning his head, Robbie patted the seat beside him and said, "come and drink with me."

"Didn't you say that you don't like to get drunk?"

"It's not that much. I won't get drunk."

There was no more impatience in his tone at the moment. Robbie finished half a glass of red wine and poured another glass for himself.

"Even if you want to pay me back, drink with me today."

As Robbie spoke, he had already poured a glass of wine from the goblet he prepared for me.

I hesitated for a while and eventually walked to sit down beside Robbie. Then I looked out at the dim light together with him.

The night view outside was beautiful, but the people inside didn't feel warm because of it.

I saw Robbie drink another glass of wine.

"Do you love Rogelio?"

The question of Robbie taken me by surprise.

I looked at him, but he looked out of the window.

"Why don't you speak?"

Then I looked out of the window. The scene outside was empty. All I could feel it was sorrow in my heart.

"Will anyone believe that? If I say I love Rogelio, I'm afraid even you won't believe it, right? "

I touched the glass of wine beside me. Although I'm not used to drinking, I think drinking is a good thing at this moment.

I smiled with self-mockery, looking at the empty glass in my hand, "in fact, even I don't believe it myself. I am only guarding a person who can't speak or move, and needs my careful care every day."

"Who will believe that I will fall in love with such a person? How ridiculous it is! Everyone must be thinking about that what one loves is not his money. Sometimes I also tell myself that what I love is definitely his money."

My tears fell down inexplicably. "But no matter how I suppress myself, I'm still worried..."

Robbie turned to look at me, but I was still looking at the empty sky outside the window.

"Have you ever loved someone?"

I asked Robbie back. He didn't say anything for a long time, but he drank another large gulp of red wine.

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"I'd rather never fall in love with anyone," Robbie said.

"The person you love does not love you?"

Robbie looked at me, a little drunk.

"I used to think that the most painful thing in love is to be not able to get together with the person you love, but after I experience it, I will know that there are too many things that are more cruel than that. Love and hate are just like night and day."

There was no more in the bottle. Both of us were drunk. Sometime we were silent. Sometime we said something that was not important.

But neither of us was willing to talk about love.

But that bottle of wine was just a beginning.

Robbie took out some beer from the refrigerator.

"Hey, stop drinking. You'll get drunk if you keep on drinking."

I looked at Robbie with blurred eyes, but when I looked at him, I couldn't take my eyes back.

He had a good-looking face with the corners of his mouth sculpted like marble.

I often use two methods to distinguish Robbie and Rogelio. One is eyes and the other is skin.

There was less indifference and more sadness in Robbie's eyes tonight. It was hard to tell whether his skin was white or wheat in the dim light.

I looked at Robbie with greedy eyes, just like looking at the wake-up Rogelio, and seeing the empty beer jar around him increasing, I could not open my eyes.

The last empty can slid down from Robbie's hand and his head looked down at us.

He looked at me with his eyes filled with great tenderness and moved towards me. At that time, I also saw him as Rogelio greedily and didn't dodge away immediately.

The next second, Robbie's lips pressed mine.