16Rosa Soft Skin

In his luxurious apartment, Robert stared alone in a large empty room. He sat on the verandah, gazing out at the night sky of Miami. The hustle and bustle of the night world below is inversely proportional to the silence of his heart.

The man sat quietly while enjoying a glass of red wine in a convex glass in his hand. The blue netra looked cold, as cold as the night breeze. The warmth of the wine was unable to warm his feelings.

Robert took a deep breath and turned to look at the phone that wouldn't stop ringing. There is no visible desire to answer the call. He even turned off his cell phone.

"Robert, bring that child back into our family, immediately. How could you let your seed be so carelessly scattered, aren't you worried that the news will spread and your reputation will be damaged?" Again, Michelle's mother's words echoed in his ears.

Scandal! Of course, that was something the Miller