Chapter 813 Am I Ugly

Misty's voice was sweet as honey. Her arms were wrapped around Robert's waist, and her cheek was pressed against his chest.

Feeling the vibrations from his chest, she said softly, "Robert, I truly love you so much… You're all I have left, you must not forget your promise to always treat me well!"

"Even without that promise, I will always treat you well. You are the apple of my eye, how could I bear to make you sad?"

Robert embraced her as he effortlessly spoke words of affection and sweet nothings.

However, Misty couldn't see his cold and emotionless expression. There was even a hint of mockery as he uttered such affectionate words. It was a contradiction that was eerily unsettling.

Misty was blissfully ignorant of the sweet trap he had woven, willingly sinking into it.

"I knew it. I wasn't wrong about you."

She rubbed against his chest as her mood turned somber.

Her tears wet his shirt as she choked out, "Robert, my face. It's ruined…"

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