Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1208

She stepped into Sylvain’s villa once again. “Jessica gave me this place when I represented the company in a competition and won first place. I accepted it, not because I liked being someone’s boy toy, but because the benefits I’d given Jessica exceed this house. My conscience was clear, so I accepted it.”

Robin walked to the couch and sat down. “Do you… have feelings for Jessica?” She had been wanting to ask this question, ever since she found out about his relationship with Jessica.

Sylvain eyed her for a good measure of time. “Do you want to know?”

His gaze made her feel very uncomfortable. “I… I was just making conversation. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Sylvain walked to the bar and opened up a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and gave it to her. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, and there’s nothing to avoid talking about either. I used to admire her. It was many years ago. Everyone has delusions of love in their youth. Some are lucky enough to find the right people and fall into a passionate love affair. Those who are less fortunate turn into sacrificial lambs. I later realized that she didn’t want a romantic relationship. She liked being surrounded by a harem of men. She also craves for something new. I’ve probably been with her the longest out of everyone else. I’ve seen so many new men pop up beside her. Once I realized that she and I were not lovers, and that we would never be lovers, the admiration I once had for her turned into disgust. To this day, the only feeling I have left for her is disgust. I stayed involved simply for the sake of receiving benefits.”

Robin gradually understood. “So, you don’t have feelings for her? I’ve seen Jessica before. She’s got style and is very good with dressing up. Of course, she’s very rich too. I never thought that she’d turn out to be that kind of person… I’m not talking behind her back; I’m just surprised.”

She nervously took a huge gulp of wine. The thick, sharp notes hit her throat, making her feel very uncomfortable. However, she gathered her willpower and swallowed it all. She could count the number of times she’d had a drink in one hand. She’d never been able to get used to the taste of alcohol.