Chapter 13
After simply cleaning and organizing the rental apartment for more than an hour, it was finally barely livable.
I curled up on the sofa with my exhausted body and opened my phone, only to find that the secretly
taken news had been deleted,
The reason given was “violation of regulations.”
Such a swift and decisive move immediately brought to mind the image of an elegant middle–aged
Woman.
The Roberts family’s matriarch, Roberts‘ strong–willed mother,
In her eyes, seemingly no woman in the world was worthy of her son.
Let alone worthy of stepping through the Roberts family’s door.
When Hugo and I first confirmed our relationship, he immediately excitedly took me to the Roberts‘
old mansion.
But we were harshly rejected by Mrs. Roberts.
The two of us stood awkwardly in the rain at the gate.
That day, her expression was cold, showing no trace of motherly love for her son.
“If you bring this woman, don’t ever step into this house again!”
Later, she directly had the gardener spray us with the garden hose. I had never been so humiliated.
Thinking about it now, perhaps he was with me just to defy his father.
Realizing this, I couldn’t help but curl my lips in a cold smile.
Bella thought she was different from me, but now it seems she’s just another stepping stone before the real Mrs. Roberts takes her place.
I couldn’t help but feel relieved.
rtunately, I saw everything clearly while there was still time, before I truly buried my life in the
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Perhaps because I could finally relax after five years, I fell asleep right there on the sofa.
When I woke up, it was already evening, and my stomach was growling fiercely with hunger.
I took my keys preparing to go out and buy groceries, but unexpectedly opened the door to find
Roberts standing stiffly outside.
He stood there like a statue, silent, who knows for how long.
I frowned impatiently, “Do you need something? If not, please move aside, I need to go buy
groceries.”
He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his voice hoarse when he opened his mouth.
“In five years together, how did I not know you could cook?”
I had no good expression for him now, saying mockingly:
“What I cook isn’t the Western food you eat every day. To you, me cooking or not cooking makes no
difference. Besides, you didn’t want to eat my cooking anyway, did you?”
After all, in his heart, I was no different from a rat in the gutter, just a tool to anger Mrs. Roberts.
Hearing this, a flash of embarrassment crossed Hugo’s face.
This was an expression I had never seen before – I thought he would always remain high and mighty.”
It seems he had learned the truth about my father’s death.
After a moment of silence, I waited coldly for his next words.
“Can I come in? I want to talk with you.”
“Sorry, unless you’re going to my father’s grave to apologize, I don’t think we have anything to talk about. Everything was clear back at the house.”
But Hugo’s figure still firmly blocked my way, preventing me from leaving.
flaughed in frustration, stepped back, and slammed the door shut.
The mighty Mr. Roberts experienced his first door slam in the face.
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I took out my phone to order takeout. When the delivery arrived and I opened the door, his figure was no longer there.
Indeed, it was just momentary guilt.
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