Chapter 412 His Diary


    Georgia smiled and didn’t lose herposure.


    She leant next to Robert and spoke evocatively.


    “So this is your first love, eh. She’s pretty.”


    Robert felt an instant surge of danger and held Georgia’s hand tightly.


    “It’s a misunderstanding. I’ll exin it to you after we get home.”


    The two exchanged knowing nces and spoke intimately for a while as if there wasn’t anyone else


    around.


    The woman called Leda walked up and greeted Georgia and Robert.


    “Hello, Ms. Lane, I’ve heard of you before on the inte and I’ve never seen you in person. You’re a


    lot more beautiful than in your photos online.”


    Leda’s smile was gentle and polite, and she didn’t seem to have any ill intentions.


    But she knew that Georgia was married to Robert, and didn’t call her Mrs. Simpson, sticking with Ms.


    Lane instead. It was hard to tell if she was deliberate or not.


    Georgia returned the greeting in kind.


    “Hello, Ms. Lane. Is Mr. Price your boyfriend right now?”


    Georgia smiled as she asked. After all, these two were out together.


    There had to be some reason, logically speaking.


    “Mr. Price isn’t my boyfriend. Strictly speaking, I’ll be working under Mr. Price in hispany from now


    on. I’m discussing the terms with Mr. Price today, and clearing up the sry and benefits.”


    Georgia nodded and didn’t ask anything else.


    She couldn’t tell if Leda was a friend or an enemy, and it didn’t look like it was anything too important.


    Leda turned back to Robert and smiled.


    “It’s been seven or eight years. You look a lot steadier right now. Congrattions on your marriage. I


    hear you’ve had a son and daughter with Miss Lane. You always said back then that you hoped to have


    a happy and blessed family in the future. Looks like you achieved it. Congrattions.”


    Seeing his first love in front of his wife, Robert was naturally very mindful.


    As Leda chatted with him, he only smiled politely.


    “Thank you. My wife and I are done shopping and we’re going home. Please, continue to enjoy


    yourselves.”


    Robert finished, still smiling, then turned to Georgia.


    “Right, let’s bag those up and go home. We can leave now. It’s almost night.”


    The two sides didn’t tangle at all. Riley and Leda politely bade them farewell.


    As the family of four got on the car, Georgia hadn’t started interrogating Robert yet when Annie started


    raising questions.


    “That auntie was so pretty, Daddy. Is your first love the first person you like? Did you date that auntie?”


    Faced with his daughter’s innocent questions, Robert’s head hurt.


    Was his daughter a little bit too honest? That wasn’t a good habit.


    Of course, with his daughter''s performance today, he suspected she was being deliberate.


    After Annie said that, he clearly found that Georgia was looking at him with an increasingly meaningful


    gaze, and his head tingled.


    "Annie, the love life of adults can''t be summarized in a few words, you''ll understand when you''re older."


    As Robert finished his examination, Georgia couldn''t help but chuckle. Annie turned to her father and


    startedining.


    “Adults really like telling children that they''re only children right now and don''t understand some things


    but they''ll understand when they grow up, without ever exining what that thing is. Am I right or not,


    Wesley?"


    Wesley nodded seriously and Robert decided to shut up.


    After all, anything he said would end up wrong anyway, and if he continued, Mrs. Simpson was going to


    get angry.


    After returning home, the butler received word halfway, and had already had the kitchens prepare


    dinner.


    The ying around today had somewhat rxed Wesley’s tightly guarded heart, and he was smiling all


    through the meal.


    When Georgia gave him food, he epted it dly.


    The family ate happily.


    At night, when it came time to bed down, Georgia told the children a few stories, then walked back to


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    her own room and got ready to wash and go to sleep.


    She turned the shower on in the bath. Then the door opened and Robert came in.


    Georgia grew nervous right away.


    “I’m taking a shower; what are you doing in here? Out.”


    The two were married now, but Georgia wasn’t quite too used to someone elseing in when she


    was showering.


    “I wanted to exin what happened today.”


    Robert did not leave, but willingly took off his robe and walked under the shower, and the two were


    showering together right then and there.


    Georgia didn''t give a damn about Leda right now, she just wanted Robert to get out.


    “Mr Simpson, don''t mess with Mrs. Simpson, she likes to take a shower alone and not with other


    people.”


    Those words were warning enough, but Robert went ahead and showered with his wife anyway.


    Of course, it ended up in a night of passion.


    In her exhaustion, Georgia had almostpletely forgotten that Robert hade to her about Leda.


    And before she could settle her emotions, that despicable man started exining next to her ear.


    “It was just the romance in name, in middle school, Leda was the belle of the ss. She liked me, and


    Riley''s rtionship with me was good. She though, wanted to get close to me through Riley, and one


    time Riley pissed me off and I wanted to piss him off back. Seeing that he liked Leda, I responded to


    her advances. Those were idiotic things I did when I was young, so don''t take it seriously. I don''t know


    why Riley brought Leda over here today of all days.”


    As Robert said all that, Georgia only had one question.


    “I thought you''d forgotten all your previous memories. Why are you so aware of Leda’s past with you?”


    That made Robert feel another surge of danger.


    He was worried that a wrong answer might have gotten him kicked out of bed.


    “I found my diary in my elementary to high school days. I didn’t write in it every day, but I did write some


    things on there. I looked over it, and just so happened to see it. Iughed it off back then and didn’t


    take it seriously, but I didn’t think I’d being across Riley and Leda with you today.”


    Georgia was somewhat pleased enough with that answer, and chuckled.


    “Was it fun to write in that diary of yours? Can I see?”


    To be honest, she was really curious about Robert’s youthful days.


    Robert’s face, though, darkened.


    “No, you can’t look at that. You’ll like me less for it.”