Maintaining Our Love

Alisha Young in Bar

"Shut up!" Robert Thompson cut it off

impatiently, "I didn't see the body, he didn't die."

Jackson Findlay was helpless and sighed

breath, "Brother, how many times have I said that his body has been cremated by Rachel, and his ashes have been sent."

Boom - Robert Thompson slammed his fist into the table, and the objects on the table trembled.

"I don't see it with my own eyes. That ash doesn't belong to Alisha Young!" Robert Thompson said stubbornly and decisively.

Jackson Findlay lowered his head to look at Robert Thompson's almost insane appearance, and finally couldn't help it, and asked directly: "Brother, what's the situation with your current appearance? Didn't you always want that woman to disappear? Now that he's gone, why do you care so much? Could you love her?"

Robert Thompson's face suddenly shrank, and he raised his head, staring intently and bitterly

the Jackson Findlay.

"How can I fall in love with a woman***** that?" The hands on the table are getting louder.

"Since you don't love her, what do you care about now? He's dead, doesn't that make you happy?"

Robert Thompson opened his lips, trying to deny something, but he was so confused that he could say nothing.

Yes, the woman divorced him and then disappeared, something she could not ask for.

But why, was he not happy at all?

Robert Thompson softened and fell limp onto the chair.

What's he doing today?

Jackson Findlay saw that his expression had become detached, and he quickly continued to persuade him: "Even if he does not die, then when he leaves, what can you do to find him? Could it be that you still have to stay with him? You don't hate him.?

Robert Thompson furrowed his brows and shook his head, but did not know what

which he denies.

Jackson Findlay took one step forward, slowly gathering a stack of documents on the table, and said, "Brother, don't think about the woman. Let's go to bed, and go clubbing together tonight. Have fun."

Robert Thompson closed his eyes and said in a stupid voice, "Get out, I want to be alone."

Jackson Findlay hesitated, ignoring Robert Thompson, after all, he was abnormal in the past two days.

Robert Thompson suddenly waved out of control and swept the phone on the table to the floor. In an exasperated voice, he repeated it with great annoyance: "I told you to come out!"

Jackson Findlay's shoulders trembled, he did not dare to stay any longer, and left quickly.

In the room, only Robert Thompson remained.

Robert Thompson raised his hand

to support his forehead while holding back

all the pain in his eyes.

Yes, that woman, what difference does it make to die or not. She. didn't love him. He doesn't love her, no dear.

Two years later.

Late at night, get drunk at the bar.

Up, in the room.

Robert Thompson lifted his head and drank all the whiskey in his glass. In addition, a woman in an open-topped coquettish dress applauded majestically, and praised her, "Mr Thompson is amazing..."

As he said, the flirtatious body stuck to Robert Thompson's arm with all its charm, with beautiful eyes and lips, he looked at Robert Thompson teasingly: "Mr. Thompson will captivate the heart and soul of everyone."

Robert Thompson looked down and looked

smiling at the corner of his mouth. He did not push the woman away, but asked

in an obscure tone, "Really?"

The woman became bolder, even reaching out her hand to circle the back of Robert Thompson's neck, and her red lips stuck to Robert Thompson's thin lips.

"Of course, don't hesitate, touch it..." He grabbed Robert Thompson's chest and instantly punched his surging chest haphazardly.

Seeing that Robert Thompson's slender fingertips were about to touch the tender flesh, his palm suddenly waved violently, and he immediately waved the woman's hand, waving her hand, and the disgust in his deep eyes appeared quickly.

"I don't like those with too big breasts." With a low tone, the cold loomed.

The woman froze for a moment, but this was the first time she had faced this situation. In this world, how could there be a man who did not like big breasts?

Robert Thompson held the wine glass indifferently, with an unclear look: "Go, come here with a small crate."

The woman was even more stunned, completely unresponsive.

Jackson Findlay by the side was somewhat helpless, but he waved his hand to tell the woman to leave. Finally, he looked at Robert Thompson and said, "Sister, if you really don't like this dirty woman, don't tease people like that."

Since Alisha Young's death, Robert Thompson has lingered on sensual occasions. Whenever a woman approaches, she never steps away, but never actually does, just hang around.

When I look at small breasts, I say that I like big breasts, and when I see big breasts, I say that I like small breasts.

After all, it was just picking bones in

the egg, and it was unsightly everywhere, was extremely disgusting, but at the same time

pretending to be very interested, and I don't know who was tortured.

Robert Thompson did not speak, and took another sip of whiskey, then got up and went to the toilet.

Today is the day of the woman's death.

As soon as he entered the bar, he drank almost a bottle of whiskey. He had not eaten anything to fill his stomach before, and the alcohol went straight into the veins, which made him slightly intoxicated.

Rubbing his brows, he walked through the dimly lit corridor. Not far from there, the noisy music on the dance floor rang out loudly, and his ears buzzed. So sucks.

With his eyebrows stiffened, he turned around and was about to enter the toilet, suddenly seeing a very familiar figure, his footsteps suddenly stiffened, and he turned around quickly.

A woman in a white dress, with her back facing him, walked into the crowded dance floor.

The familiar figure and the walking movement was True, that was it! Robert Thompson's mind was completely blank, and without thinking about it, he chased after her with his feet.

"Girl!" He opened his mouth and shouted, but his voice was immediately covered by loud music.

The glamorous men and women on the dance floor are tightly bound to each other and airtight. Robert Thompson was unable to move among the crowd and had to go to great lengths to break the path.

As he walked, he looked up anxiously. The crowd was filled with strange faces that he did not recognize, and he did not see the pretty faces that he cared about day and night.