The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 516

Chapter 516:

Post-dinner, Gemma remained by Corey’s side, playing with the robot he had brought her.

This Q Robot, designed specifically for Gemma, was a companion in the villa, aiding her sleep and providing entertainment.

“Corey, it’s so lovely when she sings to me,” Gemma said while lying on the carpet, her legs kicking playfully as she rested her chin in her hands and laughed.

“Who recorded the songs? I’d love for her to sing more for me.”

“I’ll have her here tomorrow,” Corey said as he watched her with affectionate eyes.

Gemma commanded the robot to play her favorite song.

She lay there with her eyes closed, a smile curving her lips.

The robot tenderly touched Gemma’s cheek, humming softly while clearly articulating the lyrics.

“The dark sky hangs low, with bright stars shining.

Fireflies dance in the night.

Whom do you long for?”

Corey’s face stiffened, his eyebrows knitting together.

The voice was unmistakably familiar, and he instantly recognized it.

He had acquired the chip to enhance the robot’s functionality, never anticipating this unexpected feature.

Could this be a standard feature in every robot?

As Gemma drifted toward sleep, the robot suddenly stopped all sounds, its indicator light flashing red.

With a frown, she asked, “What’s wrong with her, Corey?”

Upon inspecting the robot, Corey discovered a minor glitch and promptly fixed it.

Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder how such a simple malfunction could occur unexpectedly.

“Corey,” Gemma’s voice broke through his thoughts, her desire to continue listening evident.

“Is the lady who sang going to come sing for me tomorrow?” she asked, full of anticipation.

“Yes, she is,” Corey responded with a gentle laugh.

If Alicia wasn’t available, he’d find someone else.

There were plenty of talented female singers to choose from.

Gemma, now yawning contentedly, leaned against Corey’s leg.

“Corey…”

“Yes?” Corey answered, softening his voice to avoid waking her.

“Stay with me until I fall asleep, will you?” Gemma whispered.

A wave of emotion swept through Corey.

He tenderly stroked her cheek with his hand.

Corey set aside the growing stack of tasks in his mind and assured her readily, “Okay.”

Gemma quickly drifted off to sleep.

Watching her peacefully sleep, Corey felt a pang of sorrow.

Her health was frail, affecting her ability to eat and sleep properly.

At twenty, she was delicate and fragile, seemingly breakable by the slightest touch.

Every day she hoped for his return, yet her wishes were seldom fulfilled.

Despite this, she remained concerned about his hectic life, reluctant to cling too tightly to the fleeting moments of affection from her brother.

To hasten his departure, she often pretended to be asleep.

Corey’s gaze lingered on Gemma, his voice steady and gentle as he whispered, “Gemma, I promise to find a cure for you.

I love you.”

He departed late into the night.

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