Chapter 1218: 637: Extra Story – The Big Bad Wolf’s Push-and-Pull

Alice Robinson suddenly realized she had misspoken and hurriedly explained, "No... Claud is the only one in my heart."He looked at her anxious face with a smile, "Do you think I would believe what you say?"

Alice Robinson pushed him in frustration, "I don’t care if you believe it or not, what I said is the truth."

There was a voice in Chester Robinson’s heart reminding him not to push her too hard, or she would only flee further.

Chester slowly released her, his deep gaze fixed on her tense face, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressured you..."

Alice Robinson intended to turn and leave, but seeing his profound gaze, she suddenly felt a pang of unwillingness and stood still.

Turning his back to her, he walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking slowly, "I finally know what it’s like to love someone and never get a response from them... I truly deserve this, I’m indeed not worthy of love."

His figure made her inexplicably feel heartache.

She bit her lip, walked behind him, and said softly, "Don’t say that, in the past, there was no right or wrong, we just missed out... I believe in the future a wonderful girl will come into your life and take care of you." Why did it feel so bitter saying this now?

Chester gazed into the distance, murmuring, "No, I have already lost the best girl I could meet in this life."

Alice Robinson lowered her head, feeling an unaccountable sadness.

Chester sighed and turned around.

She looked up at him.

He forced a smile, "It’s late, you should sleep... I’ll go smoke a cigarette on the balcony."

Alice Robinson nodded.

He walked out of the room in despair.

People are like this; when they have other things on their minds, they forget their fears.

Alice Robinson sat alone on the edge of the bed, recalling what he had just said to her.

Marry me...

For so many years, she had never even hoped he would say those words to her, not even thought about it.

If he had told her this before, she would have agreed without hesitation. But why did he utter these words when it was already too late?

Alice Robinson shook her head, her eyes growing warm and moist.

She couldn’t look back; she had finally moved on from past sadness...

But...

Why was her heart so hesitant?

Seeing his dejected figure leaving, she felt a twinge of heartache.

She lay on the bed, covering herself with the blanket, immersing herself in endless darkness.

Tossing and turning, Alice Robinson couldn’t fall asleep.

Finally, Alice Robinson got up and went to the balcony outside the room.

The candlelight from the room illuminated the balcony...

The balcony was not very bright, yet she could see him clearly.

Seeing him there startled her...

He had drunk so much alcohol...

The table and floor were littered with empty whiskey bottles...

At this moment, Alice Robinson wasn’t afraid of the darkness; she ran over to look at him lying on the table, passed out drunk.

Her heart began to ache, never having seen him drunk before.

He once told her that one must always maintain a clear mind to avoid being manipulated, so he never allowed himself to get drunk.

But... right now, he was drunk in front of her.

Alice Robinson crouched down, tears welling in her eyes, she gently pushed him, "Brother... brother..."

Chester opened his eyes, his gaze hazy...

"Alice..."

Alice Robinson’s voice was hoarse, "Why did you drink so much?"

"I’m fine..."

"Saying you’re fine... whiskey is so strong, and you drank so much."

Chester smiled, reaching out to stroke Alice Robinson’s cheek.

Alice Robinson let Chester touch her face, her tears becoming even more pronounced.

"What’s wrong?" He saw the tears in her eyes, his gaze darkening, "Who bullied you?"

Alice Robinson shook her head.

"No one bullied you, so why are you crying?"

"I..."

Chester gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb, "Don’t cry, it makes me feel hurt..."

Alice Robinson took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on her face, and helped Chester up. "Brother, let me help you back to the room..."

"No need, I’m not drunk, I can go back to the room myself..." Chester said, struggling to stand up.

Alice Robinson watched him stagger away from the balcony, her heart inexplicably aching.

Chester’s body suddenly tilted.

Alice Robinson gasped, hurriedly running to his side, supporting him before he almost fell, "Brother..."