Chapter 79. Bar Scuffles (1)

ROBERT

"A refill?" As I held up my empty glass, the bartender inquired, and I curtly nodded. 

Taking a sip of the burning liquid, I grimaced at the bitter aftertaste, then returned my gaze to my phone on the bar’s countertop as I continued to stare at the picture of Renee displayed on the screen.

In this particular photo, she was asleep on my hotel bed, her mouth slightly open with her strawberry blonde hair messy and scattered on the sheets. 

Her long lashes cast shadows across her delicate cheeks, giving her a soft and fragile appearance. Damnit, but she was so beautiful. The most gorgeous sight I'd ever seen and one I'd never get tired of looking at.

Flipping through my photos again, I found another picture of her. One I’d taken while she was standing on the balcony of our new mansion.

With her arms outstretched, her dress fluttering against the wind, the fabric dancing wildly before settling back into place,