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My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1260

Oakland was not very cold in October, but Hendrix still did not allow me to expose my shoulders, and instead layered a coat on top of my bare shoulders. Tobias was holding his glass on the cruise deck, facing the sea, and appeared to be deep in thought.

Standing behind him, I stared at him quietly while looking out at the boundless sea and the twinkling stars in the sky. Perhaps feeling someone's gaze on him, he looked back over his shoulder and was a little surprised to see me.

He raised his eyebrows and lifted the glass in his hand at me. "Why are you out here alone? Is Mr. Roberts not hovering around you anymore?" he asked.

I smiled faintly, walked over to him and said, "He has his own work to deal with!"

He nodded and turned back towards the sea. Probably amazed by the beautiful night scenery, he did not look as annoyed as usual. He asked, "Have you ever looked up at a luxurious cruise ship from a bamboo raft?"

I was a little surprised and shook my head. "No, bamboo rafts can't go far on the sea, and luxury cruise ships can't be sailed in shallow waters, so they can't even meet, let alone look at each other," I replied.

He smiled and gave me a sideways glance. "There is always a one in a million chance!" he spoke.

I shrugged and said, "Maybe!"

"I saw it before. At that time, I told myself that if I had the opportunity, I would turn my life around and become the one standing on the cruise and looking down at the sea!" he said. He squinted at the vast ocean and said, "I did it. I've finally got what I wanted."

I drank the remaining wine in my glass and said, "However, you're not as happy as you expected, aren't you?"

He suddenly laughed and looked at me. "Do you think this is a movie? I have reached the peak and am now standing in the position I dreamed of. I have achieved what I want. How can I not be happy? Don't listen to what others say about the wealthy envying the poor's relationships and connections. In fact, rich people don't envy anything like that at all. We can chase after any woman we want. What's so bad about that?" he said.

I shrugged and did not refute him. Looking at the city getting further and further away from the shore, I could not help but ask, "So what are you sighing about?"

He squinted at me, smiled proudly, and said, "Of course it's because I wanted to find a common ground to talk to you. I heard that your past is similar to mine, so I was trying to engage in conversation with you."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Thinking thoroughly, I don't seem to have anything in common with him!

He leaned against the railing and said, "Our upbringing. I lived with my mom when I was young. Her job was nothing to be proud of, so all my life I was looked down upon. The strong always bully the weak. I always thought to myself in the past that, if one day I climbed to the top, I would definitely take revenge on those who hurt me. Now, it seems that I can do it."

I frowned, pursed my lips, and said to him, "I'm not the same as you. My upbringing isn't as bad as you think, so you don't need to find something similar between us. I don't want to have anything in common with you and I don't want to comfort your so- called sad or embarrassing childhood either."

He didn't seem to care, "It doesn't matter, I didn't want you to comfort me. I just wanted to find someone who wasn't that annoying to vent my feelings to, but I'm much better now."

Tobias was a contradictory person. I shrugged and didn't intend to stay with him any longer. A beautiful lady came up with a wine glass and looked at him with a faint smile. This party didn't seem to have a shortage of beautiful ladies.

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