Chapter 680 Drunkenness

This was a question Arthur would like to know the answer to.

He put his arms around Lucia and gently stroked her arm with his palm, and all the talk turned into gentle gestures.

"Arthur, do I look strong?" Lucia was only trying to explain herself. Even though she did not get Arthur's answer, she continued to mumble to herself,

"But I'm not... I'm weak. I'm scared..."

Having a loved one was both armor and weakness.

"I know," Arthur said softly, putting his hand on Lucia's burning cheek.

"I don't understand," said Lucia, looking up. The moisture in her eyes had turned to tears.

"Why is God always doing this to me? He keeps recovering all that was lost for. Is he saying that I'm not strong enough and that he has to cover my path with thorns? Clearly..."

You're right in front of me.

Arthur didn't know what to say. What Lucia was accusing was what he was wondering.

By coincidence, they had Teddy. After six years, there was a family reunion. It was an encounter that many people admired, but everything that happened after that prevented them from ever being together again.

"Arthur," said Lucia, blinking hard at the lack of an answer, and forcing her eyes back to a brief moment of clarity.

"Shouldn't we give up?"

"Don't you dare!" Arthur said, dispelling his doubts. "Not in this life!"

"But....." Lucia had never given up. She had only used these words to prove Arthur's intention. She was drunk, but she wasn't drunk either.

"No buts," Arthur said, gazing intently into Lucia's eyes. "As long as you have me in your future, walk to me firmly, because I will always be there for you."

Her heart was pounding with every word Arthur said. Lucia pursed her lips and her tears fell down instantly.

"After tomorrow, I may forget these words, but don't you forget them." Buried in Arthur's chest, Lucia insisted on following his heartbeat. She enunciated each word as if it was meant for his heart to listen. "I won't." Holding Lucia tight, Arthur's eyes were firmer than his words.

With the promise of warmth, Lucia was self-willed, and nestled in her long-desired arms. The lights out of the window were dim.

Time passed them by like water, and they both lost track of time, and of words, until Lucia said while compressing her lips, "You can't be that nice to Nia."

Arthur then remembered that his woman remembered how to be jealous.

"Real for you, fake for her," Arthur laughed.

"Not even a fake one!" said Lucia. Her eyes were wide open, staring at Arthur, but then she buried her head in shame.

"Well, well, well, no fake..." Arthur coaxed Lucia, and his heart was as soft as water.

That night, Lucia did not return to the building until nearly midnight, when she was drunk and befuddled as the chauffeur helped her into the living room.

Arthur can't send her.

Frustrated by the powerlessness, Arthur swore he will never taste the bitterness again as long as the problem was resolved.

As soon as Lucia returned to the small building, the people who were watching her informed Spencer. Spencer asked who had sent her back and if they had seen any traces of Arthur. After receiving the answer that he wanted, he breathed a sigh of relief and went to sleep peacefully.

The next day, Lucia woke up with a headache and seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened the day before.

Just when she was feeling most upset, Spencer came to the small building and saw Lucia rubbing her temples with a frown. He was very upset. He forced a teetotaler to drink to drown her sorrows, which can be known how hateful the people she hated was, and he clearly knew that person was himself.

With that in mind, Spencer stepped into the living room and asked,

"When do you go back to USA?"

Lucia turned her head to find Spencer, and the headache seemed to have slipped her guard.

"Why do you ask that?" Lucia retorted.

"Christmas is in six days. You're coming back to San Francisco with me for Christmas, and then you're going to visit the Browns." Spencer knew Lucia would refuse, but he said it anyway.

"No way!" Lucia's refusal was clear and decisive. "I'll go straight back to the Brown family."

"As my fiancee, of course you have to take your daughter back to see my father. It doesn't make sense not to see him, does it?" Spencer said unhappily.

"There is nothing reasonable between you and me," said Lucia impatiently. "And you will not go to Brown Manor with me."

Like Spencer, Lucia knew he wouldn't say yes, but she said it anyway.

"Is that possible?" Spencer sneered. "I'm going to take this opportunity to talk to Ms. Wilson about our future."

Lucia sensed the threat in Spencer's voice. She glared at him and said, "Sure, you can come with me, and you can come with me when I go visit Teddy, if you have the guts!"

"You still want to go to the Davies Manor?!" Spencer said angrily.

"Teddy is my son, why can't I?" Lucia asked Spencer in a cold voice.

Spencer choked on Lucia's words. There really seemed to be no reason for a mother not to visit her son, but... He came to his senses and said,

"Does Ms. Wilson know your schedule?"

"I'll tell her myself. She won't object." Lucia frowned, already guessing what Spencer was going to do next.

"We'll see about that." Sure enough, Spencer showed that he was determined to win, and then left angrily after a sarcastic comment.

As soon as Spencer left, Lucia took out her phone and contacted Esmae. Rather than have Spencer tell tales, she reported them to her herself.

As Lucia expected, Esmae refused flatly when she heard her plan, and said in a commanding voice,

"No! You must take the baby home at once. And as for Teddy, I will find a way to bring him here."

"Teddy is now being raised in Arthur's name. Is it appropriate for us to take him out for Christmas?" Lucia continued, not giving up,

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