Chapter 3 Family

Roxana was trying to learn to forget the insult, desperately hoping she didn't remember anything about it.

No matter how hard she tries, those images still cling to her, sad and uncomfortable chest, eyes filled with tears, biting lips, walking slowly. Looking back at the messy room, she sat back at the table, picked up a pen to write a few lines, finished writing her message, put it next to the wine glass, intentionally put the wine glass on a corner of the letter so that it wouldn't get windy. The sea blew away and walked out of the room dejectedly.

Christopher woke up, opened his eyes, saw that no one was around, did not expect the other girl's performance to be so fast, dare to say that it was not the one Vera arranged.

His head flashed across that soft body, a satisfied smile on the outside of his mouth.

He got up and put on his clothes, casually glanced at the bedsheets, saw something that shocked him, a bright red blood streak appeared, momentarily making him lose his mind.

Last night was the girl's first night, no wonder she had such a longing, the kind of yearning that felt like it had just been broken.

But how is that, for the first time, that she is a pure girl? Not the kind of woman who lets a man lying on her lap at will, nor a lustful girl?

He picked up the cell phone next to him: "William, get ready, come back."

After hearing those words, William couldn't help but hang up the phone immediately, he did not dare to continue to hug the beautiful woman but slowly crawled out of bed, cursing the eighteen generations of Christopher's ancestors.

Christopher walked to the side of the table, reached for his jacket, saw the attractive yellow paper lying on it, picked up the paper with long fingers, opened it, and saw the soft words, definitely the girl's leave yesterday.

The text in the middle is very sincere, what's so weird? She and Vera touch each other, changing the room card, causing her to enter the room, all because he misunderstood her.

The more he looked down, the more his eyes widened, this girl is very interesting, ask him to forgive her, that story is like a dream, waking up has nothing.

Christopher felt that she was a wonderful flower, a vague mass, it seemed that this paper was a bit wet, maybe she used all her heart to write it?

But he doesn't want to turn it into a dream, in this life it's so hard to find such an interesting girl, maybe she doesn't want to be with him, but unfortunately, he wants to stop but he can't. Okay.

If she is willing to be his lover, he believes that it is the most precious thing in this life!

His lips curled into a gloating smile, the story of Vera's departure, forgotten beyond nine clouds.

Roxana stood on the deck, letting the sea breeze blowing in her hair.

Ever since she escaped from that room, she's been standing in this place, where there's no one, wholeheartedly enjoying the feeling of the sea breeze scratching her heart, the blowing sea breeze making the corners of her eyelids sting, tears flow in her eyes. sourness.

"Ah! Christopher, damn it, give me back my innocence, I hate you." Roxana shouted towards the vast ocean.

She thought that this place was the most empty place on this yacht, so she used this place to vent her resentments...Hopefully doing so would make her heart more comfortable, not resentful, miserable. again.

"Is it more comfortable to scold like that?" At the bow of the yacht came a deep voice.

Roxana froze, tilted her head to look around, did not see anyone, perhaps the pain caused an illusion.

Her heart was filled with curiosity, hobbled forward, where the bend saw an extremely handsome man, he was wearing a white suit, huddled against the wall, eyes half-closed and half-closed. opened, a calm expression appeared on his face like an angel who had just come to earth.

She silently stared at that person, not knowing what to say, she had never met such a white man, her facial features were even more beautiful than a girl's.

Roxana couldn't explain: "Are you talking to me?" Carrying a bewildered mood, Roxana's index finger pointed toward her.

David looked up at Roxana indifferently, saw the fire in her eyes, didn't want to answer that question, looked into her eyes with a little weariness, he replied, "Yes!"

"OH!" Roxana looked at him, unsure of what to say? I was about to turn around to leave when I saw him standing up.

"If you want to cry, just cry, tears want to run out, why don't you let them flow."

Roxana followed his words, realized that he was comforting her, just wanted to say thank you, saw that the other wanted to leave, and shouted: "Hey, did I come here to disturb you?"

David's hands were in his pockets, turned around, and faced Roxana, his eyes were emotionless, like a block of ice below thirty degrees Celsius: "I just don't like being in this place with other people. "

Roxana pursed her lips, listening to the cold words of the other, sadly said: "Then I'll go! Give this place back to me."

"No need." David had the feeling that she didn't understand her words, so she continued: "I have a business to go first."

"Oh! May I know your name..." She didn't finish her words, the other person had already left, looking at his back, he was probably easy to approach, looking at his gestures and words. I guess I'm a hot and cold man.

Roxana's gaze once again returned to the vast sea, the blue sea water gently drifting, embalming the air with a pleasant salty taste.

"Roxana, you're the girl with no conscience who disappeared all night, do you know how many people worry about you?"

Rachel stared at that fragile body, finally found her, Rachel spent all night searching, in her heart, she was extremely worried that she almost capsized the yacht.

Roxana stared at Rachel's urgent face, naturally forgetting about Rachel, who disappeared last night, which must have made her extremely worried.

Seeing her friend's dark eyes, Roxana felt even more guilty, seeing an acquaintance, resentful like a big wave rushing over.

Faced with Rachel at first, she was very angry and wanted to scold her, but in the end, she only spoke warmly: "Roxana, where have you been? Yesterday, I almost called the police, You scared me to death, I thought you were . . . . . you fell into the sea, and told people to quietly go to the sea to find you, you know your heart is very weak but you scared it . . . . "

The whole night Rachel had to try to overcome the fear in her heart since childhood the two of them had lived by each other, the two of them were as close as family. In the orphanage the two always help each other, it would be unbearable if someone had trouble.

Roxana saw Rachel crying, trying not to let herself cry anymore, watching Rachel cry so loudly, as if she had vented all her frustrations in her heart: "Rachel, I'm so sorry, to make you worry, I didn't think about it either, but . . . . . . "

Rachel realized something was wrong, wiped the tears from her face, looked at Roxana's pink eyes: "What? What happened? Don't cry? You scared me to death!"

"Oh-oh... Rachel, something happened..." She sobbed as she recounted all of yesterday's events, tears streaming down her face, clutching the agitated Rachel's hand. "Rachel, don't get excited!"

"What if Christopher is rich, he's also a womanizer, don't stop me... I'll have to find justice for you." Rachel's face turned white, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't go, it's my fault, I undressed lying on his bed, it has nothing to do with him, I don't want to go there to suffer more humiliation." Roxana no longer cried, standing on the floor, hugging her friend's body tightly, her frustration turned into tears, blending into the silence ahead.

Rachel reluctantly crouched down and patted Roxana's back: "Roxana, don't cry, it's over, come and Robert support you, don't cry."

Roxana looked up into the concerned eyes of her dear friend, in her bosom, sobbing, saying in sobs: "Rachel..."

At the bow of the boat, the silhouettes of two fragile girls hugging each other and sobbing, no matter how much time passed. The two of you just stopped crying

Pier

Roxana and Rachel disembarked from the yacht, watching the crowds of people go in and out, countless people giving each other warm arms, trying to hide their happiness when they met.

Robert stood by the side of the big ship watching the two girls get out, Robert was three years older than the girls, from a young age he took on the role of father and mother of two girls, protecting her and Rachel, trying to give them life. the best.

"Brother Robert." Roxana couldn't wait to jump into Robert's chest, smiling softly, in front of Robert she was just a baby, able to coddle, able to be herself...

Remember, that year when Roxana was five years old, Robert was eight years old.

Robert was born in an orphanage, and Roxana was only five years old when she entered, she quickly joined the warm embrace of everyone, but in her heart was a constant loneliness, so she was cared for by Robert wholeheartedly.

Fifteen years ago, from a person living alone in loneliness, her life gradually became more colorful with his care and protection.

He tried to protect and protect her within his scope, using all his strength to protect and love her, almost not letting her life experience any more sad things.

In front of Robert, Roxana is the little princess, her life is not sad, not tired, even more without deception and hurt.

"Be careful a little, be careful to fall now!" Robert gently smiled at her, he was an educated man who treated everyone with moderation, but Roxana was especially gentle.

Roxana coaxed Robert's neck, reached out to pinch his cheek, the little girl gave a naughty smile.

"Brother Robert, you and Rachel have been gone for so long, do you miss us?"

Rachel looked coldly at her friend, wiped her mouth, and forcefully pulled Roxana's hand: "Sui Ai, let's hurry back!"

Rachel doesn't like to see the two of them so happy and intimate, she's very upset inside, she's also jealous, she and Roxana are both orphans, Robert is biased towards Roxana better than her, just because Did they meet later?

Roxana stuck out her tongue, saw the smell of vinegar wafting through Rachel's cheek, wondering what happened? She didn't understand anything either.

The three of them sat in a taxi and returned to Nhan Ai's house.

Nhan Ai's house is a coffee shop, also the home of three people.

Roxana returns to a familiar home, life on a yacht is like a dream, when a dream wakes up, it's over, nothing happened? So stand up for yourself again.

Sometimes, remembering the story of her loss of herself makes her a bit delusional! But the board has built the boat, there is no suffering.

Robert looked at the two who looked extremely tired, bringing out a bowl of soup he had prepared earlier.

A smile appeared on his lips: "Sitting on the yacht to go out has made you two tired, I have stewed a little of this soup, you two should drink it."

"Thank you, Robert!" Roxana smiled to reveal a lovely face, picked up the bowl of soup, and drank 'uh, ugh'.

Rachel carried an emotionless gaze, smiled at Robert, and then began to drink soup as well.

Eating and drinking are more and more joyful, but the eyelids are becoming more and more closed, perhaps Roxana is like Rachel once compared, she is the reincarnated Tru Bat Gioi, eats and goes to sleep, really like a pig.

She is not afraid, pigs are cute! Isn't Luo Zhixiang also called Tieu Tru?!

Roxana carried her luggage bag, entered her fruit drive, lay on the bed tiredly, downstairs came the small voices of Rachel and Robert, heard Rachel laugh happily, the corner of her mouth revealed a smile. smile lightly

She closed her eyes, suddenly a glimpse of Christopher's handsome face again.

The images flashed in her heart, her face was red, she didn't know what she ate? Every time I remember that day, I suddenly blush.

Those images, left in her brain, every time she thought about it, her head would hurt like hell, then she would enjoy it again, she didn't know why she gave birth to such a complicated feeling?

Roxana shook her head, a feeling of loss flooded her head, couldn't think of anything better, just took a shower.

She shyly covered her face with a blanket, wanting to throw away the old stories, quickly wiping all the memories in her head.

If you don't want to think about it, then your eyes slowly fall asleep.

. . . . .

"William, bring here the list of partygoers on the yacht?" Christopher sat in the study, fountain pen in hand, a pair of sharp eyes fixed on William.

William took the list he had prepared in advance and gave it to Christopher, though he didn't know what he needed it for?

But he's a big boss, they say he has to, if he didn't want to find Vera, he wouldn't have studied that list!

"General Manager, do you think that among the people on the yacht, someone is related to Vera."

Christopher glared coldly at William, took the list, and searched without a word.

Since that night, only her figure appeared in his mind, she was young and shy but made his heart flutter.

After all, who is that girl?

Again let him eat clean, then write a letter to ask him to forgive her, why are you like a good girl

He glanced around to see the names of the girls who had attended that evening, but why wasn't hers? Why is it so hard to find her name?

He didn't think about it, the list didn't have the name of the girl he wanted to find, it was impossible, or someone invited her to