Chapter 9 

Robert closed his eyes wearily. 

His body suddenly stiffened. 

He used both hands to open the chat records. 

He came across what I said again. 

He muttered to himself, “I love to eat? What do I love to eat?” 

Of course it was… 

The cheesecake at the restaurant. 

Robert must have thought of the same place as me. 

He stood still for a moment. 

Her face suddenly turned pale, and she tremblingly dialed my phone number. 

Time after time. 

But it was always an unreachable reminder. 

Carissa, Carissa! 

“Where were you!” 

Robert stumbled and ran into the car. 

Ignoring his own drunkenness, he set fire. 

Car. 

Speeding along the highway. 

He ran down from the car and, looking at the mess in front of him, his body immediately went lip. 

The smell of alcohol on his body dissipated in an instant. 

This was the first time I saw Robert lose his composure. 

He took out his phone and repeatedly made video calls and sent voice messages to me. 

Honey, don’t scare me. 

Where were you exactly? Can we talk when we get back? 

“Cheesecake… I didn’t eat it, and I hope you won’t learn to make it either, okay?” 

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I floated in the air. 

I couldn’t express the feeling in my heart. 

The restaurant was under my control. 

Because he loved to eat the specialty dishes of this restaurant. 

In order to please him, I studied with the chefs here for a long, long time. 

It turned out that he knew it… 

He just didn’t care about me. 

He was also unwilling to put any effort into me. 

Robert’s phone rang. 

He grasped the last straw like a desperate person. 

Picking up the phone excitedly, he spoke loudly, “Wife? Carissa? Where are you? I’m coming to find you now!” 

Across the street, the store manager’s voice sounded mournful. 

“Mr. Griffin, it has been confirmed with the police station…”