Back then, his mother always cried and covered his eyes with her hands. He couldn't see, but he could still hear. That's why Robert always thought that beautiful women weren't good people. Beautiful women would snatch away things that belonged to others, such as other people's husbands or fathers, and they would do so shamelessly. Robert's mother was also beautiful, so beautiful that she was a rare sight to behold. However, she was too weak. Whenever something happened, she would always cry. She couldn't protect herself or her son, and she even blamed everything on herself. "Because of you, my figure has been ruined. That's why he doesn't love me." "Because of you, because I have to take care of you, I show less concern for him, and that's why he looks for other women."
"All because of you, if it weren't for you, I would be happier now..." Before he turned six, the most common thing Robert heard was his mother's plaintive sighs, like that of a bitter woman. He still remembered the last words his mother said to him: "Why are you still alive? Why don't you just die?" At that time, young Robert didn't want to die, so he numbly survived. But his mother, after uttering those words, never opened her eyes again... From that time on, Robert never cried again. He didn't even shed a tear at his mother's funeral.
He still vividly remembered how those so-called high society ladies gossiped about him at the funeral... "Oh my God! Isn't that Mrs. Blake's son? Mrs. Blake doted on him so much, but now that she's gone, he doesn't even shed a tear." "Yes, yes! What a terrible child! The heir of the Blake family has been raised to have no heart or soul. It's really scary!" "He's good-looking, but it's a pity that he doesn't care about his relatives. Mrs. Feng must be so heartbroken in the afterlife!" "Tsk tsk tsk! Look at his eyes, he looks like a little devil..."
Perhaps he really was! In any case, Robert's disdain for women had been around for a long time. It was somewhat easier to tolerate those who were unattractive, but for him, beautiful women were like a cancer. It was a pity that Lena White was also very, very beautiful... That was why, on that morning, when he realized he had actually had physical relations with Lena White, it had happened while he was unaware. He arrogantly assumed that Lena White had done something to him, that she had set him up. But... now he wasn't drinking, yet he was still questioning her: "Lena White, answer me again, did you really forget?" "Yes, I forgot... mmph..." Before she could finish, the man forcefully blocked her lips.
Pushing him away, hurry up!!" Lena White shouted to herself in her heart, but she only weakly retreated and pushed him with almost no strength. The feeling of suffocation. Lena White felt like she couldn't hold on any longer. "Robert..." with a voice so sweet it was sickening, she called out his name again. In Robert's mind, a storm seemed to be raging in an instant. As if possessed, that evil thought was getting stronger and stronger, shooting straight to his mind. He took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "Lena White, I... want..." The rest of his words were almost inaudible, but Lena White's eyes widened in the darkness.