Come With Me

Chapter 227 I Am Fine

I was stunned there. I didn't expect to meet Michelle here.

I asked almost without thinking, "Why are you here?"

Michelle snorted and sneered, "Since you can come, why can't I? You know, you have a husband now, and I'm single. "

Michelle looked me up and down and said, "I really underestimated you. No wonder I have warned you so many times, but you still refuse. It turns out that you have a trump card."

By instinct, I didn't want to argue with Michelle too much, because I thought such an argument was worthless.

Michelle didn't seem to be in the mood. She just glanced at me contemptuously and said, "What I got today is all your fault. I said, don't be happy too early. It's just the beginning."

"What do you want to say?"

Michelle smiled vaguely, "what did I say? It won't be long before you know it. Hahaha... "

Michelle burst into laughter and passed by me.

The sound of her high-heeled shoes echoed in the corridor. It was not until the sound disappeared in my ears that I reached out my hand and pushed the door open without knocking.

As soon as the door of the box was pushed open, I smelled a pungent smell of alcohol, which entered my nose unscrupulously.

The light in the room was dim, extending from the ground to the mess on the table.

As soon as I lifted my foot, I saw an empty bottle rolling on the ground and heading for the sofa.

The room was very quiet, and the rolling sound of the wine bottle was particularly abrupt.

Finally, the bottle stopped. On the sofa where the bottle stopped, Robbie was lying on the ground with half a bottle of wine in his hand.

With his arms hanging down, it seemed that Robbie was asleep.

In my impression, Robbie had never been like this, because he once said that he would not get drunk, but today he was not like this.

I couldn't help walking over and trying to take the bottle from his hand.

However, although he was lying on his stomach, Robbie clenched the bottle subconsciously.

I seemed to have woken him up, and Robbie turned over with the strong smell of alcohol.

I tried to call him gently, "Robbie."

With his eyes closed, he said impatiently, "don't bother me."

Although I feel uncomfortable, I still tried to call him, "Robbie, don't drink, and don't sleep here."

Robbie shook his head and opened his eyes unhappily.

His long eyelashes flickered slightly when he saw me, and then he slowly closed his eyes. "Why are you here? What are you doing here? "

Although I feel a little sad, I still tried to suppress my emotions and answered, "I passed by here and saw your car, so I came to see you."

Although there was a strong smell of alcohol on Robbie's body, his state was not as bad as that of ordinary drunk people. At least, he gave me a clear feeling and consciousness.

Robbie slowly sat up on the sofa, but his body was still completely leaning against it.

He only opened his eyes a crack and did not look straight at me. "Here is nothing deserve to see!"

"Aren't you going home? Mom miss you, too. "

With a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, Robbie asked, "have you begun to call her mom? Good, very good! "

I pursed my lips and said, "didn't you say that you don't like drinking? Why did you drink so much all of a sudden? "

Hearing that, Robbie tilted his head slightly. "Do I need to report to you?"

Although Robbie used to be very cold, he had never had such a stabbing feeling when he spoke.

"I didn't mean anything else. I just don't want to see you like this..."

"I understand what you mean. Thank you for your concern. You can leave now."

Robbie rubbed his nose gently. I didn't expect our relationship to be like this.

I bit my lips and asked Robbie, "Anyway, you are my agent. Is it really necessary for us to be alienated from each other since then?"

Robbie let out a chuckle, "I'm your agent and you're my sister-in-law. You don't have to be unfamiliar with me, but there is still a distance between us."

It was hard for me to accept his harsh words. I couldn't help but ask, "Robbie, do you have to talk to me like that? Is it because of Michelle's current situation that you vented your anger on me?"

Robbie stared at me for a few seconds as if he was frozen, which made me feel uncomfortable.

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"Yes, you hurt Michelle. I don't like you now. Maybe I shouldn't have saved you from David at that time."

I couldn't help clenching my fists. Thinking of what Michelle looked like just now, I asked, "are you going to be with Michelle?"

Robbie smiled, "Yes, why not? Now that we are single again, isn't it the best choice for us to choose each other? "

The corners of my mouth twitched unnaturally. "Your wish is finally fulfilled. You two finally get married. Shouldn't I congratulate you first?"

Taking a breath of wine, Robbie said, "No, it's not necessary. After your wedding with Rogelio is over, it's our turn. You can congratulate me at that time."

My eyes couldn't help become wet. I tried my best to open them and didn't want the tears to fall.

"Since you have got what you want, why do you have to get drunk all day long? You'd better drink less, pay more attention to your health and accompany Michelle. Then, I'll go first."

I turned around, although I was still reluctant to leave.

When I opened the door, the voice of Robbie suddenly came from behind, "Jasmine!"

His voice was not as cold as before. I turned to look at him with the last hope.

"Rogelio is a good man and a good husband. You will be happy."

I stared at Robbie. At this moment, I didn't even have the last hope.

"Rogelio is indeed a good man. He is also very good to me. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have such a good marriage."

With his eyes down, Robbie looked calm.

I bit my lips and left the room quickly.

The moment I walked out, I couldn't help but shed tears. My heart was broken.

After I got out of Vici, I wiped off the tears with my fingers and went back to the car.

Rogelio's secretary was still sitting in the car. After a while, she asked, "where are we going now?"

There was unbearable sadness in my voice. "Let's go home."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine."