My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 246

Chapter 246

Every time I see Robert, he wears a pair of headphones. When he isn't wearing headphones, he can't hear me. I'm guessing that he is deaf. I can't believe I even called him deaf twice!

The guilt in my heart grew heavier as Robert pressed me about the answer to his supposed ignorance. In the end, I hurriedly dismissed him. "Stop it. Later you and Joseph can buy some Christmas decorations. I will wait for you at the villa."

Surprised, he asked, "You're willing to let me come home with you?"

And so, I rolled my eyes at him and grumbled, "You can refuse my request."

I couldn't bear to push him away.

When Robert heard that, he beamed. "I knew you were kind."

I stayed silent.

Then, I went back to the villa while Robert and Joseph went shopping for Christmas decorations. I also asked them to buy another twenty-five Christmas gifts.

It was almost 9.00PM, and the snow was dying down. I was busy in the kitchen, along with some of the other bodyguards.

Just after dinner, Robert and Joseph came home with plenty of stuff. Then, they put on festive lights and mistletoe. They even put up and decorated a Christmas tree.

As the twenty-four personal protectors could not return home, I invited them to dinner together.

I looked at their unfamiliar faces as I began to miss the twenty-three people I once had.

They were humans who came to me to survive, but I could not bring them peace and stability. The hatred in my heart grew more profound at the thought of it.

As I toasted during the meal, I lifted my glass and said gratefully, "To the future, and even more so to everyone here for their dedication to me."

Joseph hurriedly answered, "Miss, this is our duty."

My lips twitched as I stated, "Thank you for being willing to stay with me."

Their presence gave me warmth.

I tilted my head back to drink the wine. My throat was burning, and my head was dizzy. Robert, who was at my side, noticed something was wrong, so he lightly reached out to support my waist and asked, "Are you okay, Ree?"

I nodded my head as I put down my glass and said, "I'm fine."

After dinner was over, it was almost 12.00AM. I took Joseph's gifts into the bedroom, and Robert followed me and sat on the bed.

I didn't bother talking to him, so I took out boxes to wrap the gifts. Everyone had the same luxurious gift.

Another twenty minutes passed after wrapping, with ten minutes until Christmas. I let Robert send the gifts to Joseph and the others for me.

Robert obeyed and took the gifts as he went out.

My head hurts a little. It must be from Shawn's kick. He's strong, so my consciousness began to blur after the kick. I didn't even last long before I passed out! When I woke up, I was stabbed in the abdomen. Colin said Shawn did it, and I was in disbelief!

I closed my eyes and lay on the bed. It didn't take long for Robert to come back into the room. He lay beside me and asked softly, "Not feeling well?"

Without opening my eyes, I reminded him, "Personal space."

However, Robert countered softly, "But I'm your older brother."

I had no comeback to that.

We did share a mother, but we were not related by blood. Plus, I did not want to accept him as my family.

I turned my head to look at his delicate face and saw his headphones. I wanted to ask him something but was afraid of hurting him.

Hence, I shut up and let Robert be.

Robert lay beside me and did not disturb me. Less than two minutes later, the fireworks went off outside the window and bloomed in the black sky in a blaze of glory.

It was stunningly beautiful but lonely.

At this time, I thought of Shawn.

He was the grandest firework in my life but also the most bitter, lonely, and cold firework.

I sighed as the sadness in my heart became overwhelming.

On the side, Robert suddenly asked me with great interest, "Little Renee, do you know what the alias of fireworks is?"

He called me little Renee again…

I played along and asked, "What's the alias?"

"Prostitute! Didn't prostitutes be called fireworks in ancient times? They are pretty, but they die young, just like these fireworks dissipate in the blink of an eye. That's why one refers to the fireworks as cold."

As Robert grew up in France, it was customary for him to misunderstand some domestic cultures. And so, I explained, "Prostitutes are not fireworks, but their refuge is like a firework."

"They are not the same?" Robert questioned.

"You live in France. Is your name France too?"

My analogy was straightforward, so he instantly understood as he removed the headphones from his ears and closed his eyes, saying, "I'm going to sleep."

I called out to Robert softly, but he didn't respond.

I called his name again, and he still didn't respond.

In the past, I would think he was ignoring me.
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