Free Web NovelChapter 1134: Chapter 592: Extra Story: He Is Content, Holding Her and Comforting Her
"Chester, does he treat you well?"
Alice Robinson nodded, her smile a bit shy yet undeniably happy, "I think my choice was the right one." Being able to watch the sunset in the sunflower field with him, she had no regrets in this life.
"Alice..."
Claud Laurence called her softly.
She seemed to be lost in her happiness before she came back to her senses, "Hmm?"
"Can you give me another chance?"
Alice was stunned for a moment.
Claud Laurence calmly said, "Everything Chester can give you, I can give you too. I will treat you even better than him."
Alice gently bit her lip, never expecting him to suddenly say such words to her.
She thought he had given up on her completely...
This version of him only made her more guilt-ridden.
She said sincerely, "Claud... I’m not a good girl, I’m not worth you treating me like this... Given your circumstances, you can find a thousand or ten thousand times better girl, all much better than me."
He knew she would say this to him, but he was unwilling to give up...
Did she even know that when she showed that happy smile, his heart twisted painfully?
He wanted to rush forward and tell her the true facts, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so...
She loved Chester so deeply, how could he bear to hurt her? If he were truly that cruel, how would that be protecting her...
Claud Laurence had no idea, at this moment, Alice Robinson was also silently apologizing to him in her heart.
I know you treat me well, and I’m aware that the happiness I have now may turn into an illusion in an instant... But do you know? Even so, I still can’t persuade myself to leave, because he is already embedded in the depths of my heart.
Claud Laurence eventually said nothing. "Alright, I shouldn’t influence your choice..."
Alice shook her head, "The help you’ve given me, the words you’ve said, I will always remember them in my heart.
Claud Laurence smiled, "Let’s have some coffee..."
"Okay."
On the way back, it was Claud Laurence who drove her home.
In the car, they were talking about trivial topics, both with their own thoughts.
When they arrived at Chester’s villa, Claud Laurence escorted Alice Robinson out of the car.
"Thank you for bringing me back home."
"No need to be so formal with me."
Alice smiled, "Well then, I’m going home."
"Mm."
She didn’t know how to say goodbye to Claud Laurence and chose not to, because any goodbye would only add to her guilt toward him.
However, she didn’t expect that the moment she turned to walk towards the villa, Claud Laurence suddenly grabbed her hand.
She paused for a moment.
He tightly grasped her wrist and, without stepping forward, hoarsely said, "Alice, let me take care of you..."
Alice didn’t answer.
Claud Laurence’s voice became even lower and more husky, "Chester can never give you a warm home, I can."
Alice closed her eyes painfully, her eyes becoming moist.
"Do you remember what I told you back in Tokyo?"
Her body trembled slightly.
Claud Laurence hoarsely continued, "Give me time, I can definitely remove the thorn from your heart."
Alice slowly opened her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Claud, he treats me well, I am very happy now."
"Alice..."
Alice gradually freed herself from Claud Laurence’s hand and, at last, resolutely walked into the villa.
Claud Laurence stood still, watching her slender back, not moving his feet for a long time.
Once Alice returned home, Rachel, clutching a teddy bear, happily ran to her.
"Mommy..."
Alice lifted Rachel up, "Sweetheart..."
Rachel noticed the redness in Alice’s eyes and couldn’t help but ask, "Mommy, were you crying?"
Alice deliberately rubbed her eyes and said, "Nope, maybe a grain of sand got into mommy’s eye just now."
"Oh..."
Alice glanced around and asked, "Uncle isn’t back yet?"
Rachel, while playing with the teddy bear’s ears, nodded.
"Sweetheart, are you hungry?"
The moment Rachel heard about food, she immediately perked up, "Hungry."
Rachel was a little foodie, her figure already round from Alice’s care.
Alice said, "Then you play here in the living room like a good girl... mommy will go cook."
"Mommy, can you let the auntie cook instead?"
"Why?"
"Because mommy’s cooking is really bad."
Alice was embarrassed, forcing a reason, "Your uncle likes my cooking."
To which the wimpy kid responded, "Then you cook just for Uncle."
Alice questioned, "Is it really that bad?"
The wimpy kid nodded.
Alice mumbled, "Then I’ll ask Auntie to do it, Mommy, can you not cook tonight?"
Rachel was delighted, "Yay..."
Alice hadn’t thought Chester would return so late.
She almost fell asleep on the sofa.
Fortunately, she woke up as soon as he walked through the door.
He had clearly had some drinks, undoing his tie and collar buttons, she quickly poured him a glass of water and asked, "Did you drink?"
"Yeah." He said, leaning back against the sofa, "I spent the afternoon in a meeting with the dean, then there was socializing afterwards. I only had one or two drinks but the smell stuck to me."
Alice knelt beside the sofa, helping him with his shirt buttons, "Don’t drink in the future, it’s bad for your health."
"Mm."
"Are you hungry? I cooked dinner myself and saved you some."
Chester pulled her in, kissing her cheek, "I’m not hungry now... keep it for tomorrow’s breakfast!"
"Forget it, it’s so bad, I should just throw it away!" Alice stood up.
But Chester grabbed her hand, "Who said it’s bad? The things you make, I’m responsible for finishing."
Alice sneaked a smile behind his back and then seriously turned around, kneeling beside him, "Our daughter says what I make is awful, she doesn’t want me to cook anymore."
Chester kissed the back of Alice’s hand, "Then make it just for me to eat."
A wave of sweetness flowed through Alice’s heart, "Alright, I’ll definitely improve my cooking skills soon, so I won’t torture your stomach anymore."
Chester smiled.
Alice said, "I’ll go run you a bath..."
"Wait a bit!"
Chester pulled Alice into his arms.
They had been together too frequently these past few days, which wasn’t good for his health, so Alice gently freed herself from him to avoid things escalating, "Let me brew you some tea to sober up!"
Chester refused.
Alice forcefully pulled Chester’s hand away and went to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Alice found the tea to sober him up and brewed a cup for Chester.
Since the tea was cold, she didn’t want him to drink it cold so she heated it in the microwave.
The kitchen had only the small lamp on the cabinet lit, and inside the microwave was a yellow glow, with the contents gently rotating inside.
Alice watched the rotating cup, inadvertently dazing, suddenly recalling what Claud Laurence had said to her.
Suddenly, a hot breath sprayed behind her ear, startling her, and he laughed deeply, seemingly amused by her startled adorable expression.
"You scared me." She complained softly to him.
He hugged her from behind, breath hot, "Back to the bedroom?"
Her face flushed slightly, "No..."
"Why not?"
She turned around, pinched his cheeks, "The doctor advised you to show restraint."
He seemed mischievous between his brows, "I just want to hold you while sleeping..."
She blushed, lightly pounding his chest, "Annoying."
He suddenly grabbed her hand, scaring her again, and his voice was low, dreamy, "Alice, forgive me."
The microwave buzzed behind them, like a snoring person.
The light was so dim, the kitchen filled with soft yellow light,
She watched his face, long without speaking.
Was he apologizing to her?
Why apologize?
She understood but pretended not to.
"Why?" She indeed pretended not to understand.
He might not remember saying these words to her once he wakes up...
He held her, saying, "I want you..."
The kitchen was full of darkness, black cabinets, black pantry base, black hanging cabinets, black worktop, besides the faint yellow light in the microwave, it was a dead silent darkness, he held her too tightly to breathe, and she had no intention to deal with him right now, "I’m a bit tired today..."
"Just for a while..." He leaned to her neck, his wet hot lips lightly touching her delicate neck.
She struggled but knew she shouldn’t refuse him like this, so she laughed to coax him, "Alright, alright, after you drink the tea... we can talk upstairs."
She admitted she was placating him, knowing upstairs he’d surely be so drunk he’d fall asleep upon the bed.
He said he only drank a few glasses, but she knew him so well, that even with a few glasses, the alcohol smell wouldn’t be this strong, and he drank very well, it was impossible for him to be this tipsy, and for him to say "forgive me."
She wasn’t dumb, the hospital dean always respected Chester highly, and for usual socializing, where would he need to go, he wouldn’t even want to tell her the truth about going out drinking.
She was angry inside and naturally didn’t want him to touch her.
But she didn’t want to argue with him, she cherished their time together more than he did.
Chester let go, allowing her to get the sober-up tea...
But before she could reach the microwave, he suddenly extended a hand, pulling her back into his arms, like an eagle catching a chick, firmly, pinning her against the refrigerator door, his breath puffing on her cheek, "Alice!"
She struggled like a threatened chick.
He seemed angry, his dark eyes shining in the night, like a wolf, unwilling to easily let go of its prey.
With every move she made, he restrained her even tighter until she obediently stayed in his arms, unable to move.
She gradually stopped her actions.
He seemed satisfied, held her, kissed her cheek, continuing, murmuring, "Alice, don’t leave me..."
Alice trembled, leaning against his shoulder, he was content, holding her, soothing her, "I love you."
Alice’s body shook.
