Chapter 1261 - 660: Extra Story: I’m Pregnant? 3

Chapter 1261: Chapter 660: Extra Story: I’m Pregnant? 3

"Oh..."

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing." She flashed a smile, considerate and understanding, "Don’t drink too much, and come back early tonight!"

"Mm."

After hanging up the phone, Alice Robinson shrugged in disappointment.

She had originally planned to tell him about the pregnancy tonight, but since he had a social engagement, he wouldn’t be back early. It seemed she would have to wait to tell him when he returned.

"Miss Robinson, if there are no other instructions, I’ll head down." The servant beside her maintained a smile, speaking respectfully.

Alice nodded, but as the servant turned to leave, Alice suddenly said, "Wait."

The servant turned back, "Miss Robinson, is there something you need?"

Alice smiled and said, "I’m feeling a bit bored. Why don’t you chat with me for a while?"

"Certainly, Miss Robinson."

The servant respectfully stood next to Alice.

Alice kindly suggested, "Have a seat, don’t be so reserved."

The servant immediately shook her head, "You are the master, I’m just a servant."

Alice smiled and said, "It’s nothing... I’m actually quite easygoing."

The servant still didn’t dare to sit down.

Alice grumbled, "Alright, no pressure. You’ll realize soon enough that I’m not a master who makes things difficult for the servants."

The servant was amused by Alice’s words and gained a good impression of her.

Alice surveyed the vast villa hall and asked, "Have you been working here long?"

"Not long, only a year, because the villa was only built a year ago."

"Really?"

"Yes, indeed, the villa was only finished a year ago. I heard from the old gardener here that Mr. Robinson spent heavily and it took about two years to complete it!"

"So Mr. Robinson doesn’t come to stay often?"

"Mm, Mr. Robinson rarely comes. In my year of working here, I’ve only seen Mr. Robinson twice."

Alice leisurely gazed at an oil painting on the wall, puzzled, "If he doesn’t stay often, why build such a large villa?"

"I heard it was for..." The servant instinctively stopped her words and swallowed them back for some reason.

Alice keenly noticed the change in the servant’s expression and curiously asked, "For what?"

"Um, nothing... Miss Robinson, as servants, we aren’t privy to Mr. Robinson’s affairs."

It was obvious the servant was avoiding something.

Alice smiled and said, "Your name is Elsa, right?"

"Yes."

"Elsa, it’s alright, tell me the truth. I know you held back what you wanted to say."

Elsa, just a young girl, faced with Alice’s lack of airs, finally confessed, "I heard from the old gardener that Mr. Robinson built this villa three years ago for someone he was fond of. But it’s all just rumors; Mr. Robinson never brought any girls here, except for you, Miss Robinson."

Three years ago? Someone he admired?

Alice suddenly leaned heavily back on the sofa.

Elsa, thinking she said something wrong, quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, Miss Robinson. Please don’t listen to my nonsense, I..."

Alice smiled at Elsa, gently saying, "I’m fine. I just never thought he already built a villa for me three years ago."

Hearing this, Elsa breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew Mr. Robinson must have built the villa for you, Miss Robinson... I was just afraid I was wrong, so I didn’t dare answer you earlier."

"It’s alright, you can go now."

"Yes, please let me know if you need anything, Miss Robinson."

"Mm."

Alice watched the servant leave with a smile; once the servant’s figure disappeared from the hall, a faint sadness passed through her smiling eyes.

Staring blankly as she leaned on the sofa, she gradually became lost in thought.

Three years ago, he couldn’t possibly have built such a villa for her...

No wonder this place was so beautiful, like a fairy tale world; it turned out it was once a dream estate he built for himself and Becca.

He had already thought so far ahead, thinking of spending a lifetime with Becca.

His feelings for Becca were always that deep.

Looking around the villa again, suddenly all its beauty seemed painted in a shade of gray, as if this place never truly belonged to her.

Supper.

In front of the large oval dining table, Rachel called to Alice, "Mommy."

Alice was cutting her food, appearing thoughtful.

"Mommy!" Rachel called out anxiously.

For Becca, she fought with Howard Geoffrey at all costs, distanced herself from her for Becca, built this villa for Becca...

"Mom—my—"

Rachel’s sharp voice rang out again, this time clear in Alice’s awareness. She covered her eyes, frowning and asked, "Rachel, what are you doing?"