Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)



She raised her hand and forcefully wiped the corner of her lips. Tears rolled down her cheeks in a flash.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

As she turned around, Waverly grabbed the bag by her side and ran outside the door. Wyatt then tugged at the corner of his mouth, completely lost in his thoughts. He couldn't help but think about the aftertaste.

Suddenly, there came a burst of crackling sounds followed by the noisy voice of a woman.

"Ack" The voice sounded.

"Miss, are you alright? Ah, your clothes..." Another lady sounded.

Then, he heard the sound of kicking and footsteps rushing down the stairs

As he slowly walked out, Wyatt looked up and saw the servants on the corridor picking up the trays. At that moment, a white figure had dashed out of the building.

After rushing out of the door in one breath, Waverly kept wiping the corners of her mouth. "B*stard! B*stard! Pervert! You're a pervert!" She cried out loud into the open.

The rain was still pattering on her body but she paid it no mind.

As soon as she looked up, she noticed that the street was empty. There was no one in sight, let alone a taxi. In an instant, her stream of tears flowed even more vigorously.

"What should I do? It's so dark. Do I still go out?" Waverly thought to herself.

As she pulled her jacket off, Waverly sniffed sadly, her eyes a wet shade of red. Then, an idea came to mind, and she took out her mobile phone to call Franklin. When she found his number, her gaze fell on her half-exposed calf.

What would he think if he saw her like this? How would she explain it?

She bellowed in her heart.

She sniffled and turned off her cell phone. It was already midnight - what could she do? It was too late and it wasn't safe to take a taxi. Who could she trouble? Should she stay here until dawn?

Large teardrops slowly rolled down her cheeks. "Dad, Harry, I miss you..." Waverly cried to herself as she thought about how she was being bullied. Waverly pursed her lips and continued sniffing; her sinus was acting up because of how hard she was

crying.

"You b*stard, how dare you take advantage of me? If I was in Yecaeus City, I would've let Harry beat you till you're toothless! I'd peel off your skin bit by bit." Waverly thought to herself.

Just as she was angrily crushing a leaf on the ground, a black figure suddenly descended. She raised her hand and retreated three steps back. Ivan reached out with an umbrella. "Miss, don't be afraid. I mean no harm!" He informed her.

She held her chest that was thumping wildly. At that moment, everyone was gangsters to her -even the man before her seemed to be from the Johnson family!

Just as she was wondering about this, the soft voice of the butler came once more. "Every visitor is an honored guest and we have to treat them well! I'm the butler of Johnson Manor, and I'm just on my way to pick someone up at the airport. Can I give you a ride?" He offered.

As he spoke to her, Ivan thought anxiously to himself, "Don't refuse me, please don't refuse me. Otherwise, I'd have to think of another excuse to send her back!"

As they were talking, a black car had slowly driven out.

The sky was extremely dark and the rain didn't stop until her dried clothes were wet once again. Waverly, who had been wandering around aimlessly, finally nodded and bowed.

"Thank you!" Getting a lift should be fine, as long it took her up to the main road!

"Miss, you're welcome. This way, please!" Ivan said.

Ivan opened the back door of the car as he held an umbrella for her. Waverly instinctively paused and suddenly remembered something.

"This isn't Master Wyatt's car. We're just the help, so please don't mind the car," he explained.

In fact, he really wanted to tell her in all honesty that she shouldn't complain about it being dirty.

"No, no, I'm just sorry that I'd...dirty your car!" Wasn't he going to go pick someone else up?

Upon seeing that she was as careful as Master Wyatt had told him, he smiled and said, "What are you talking about, Miss? Get in the car! There are a lot of spare cushions in the car!"

Waverly dived right in as she was afraid of wasting any more of his time.

He then pulled open the front passenger's seat and the car slowly headed out. She was also handed a glass of hot water and a towel.

Seeing that there was indeed a lot of spare utilities in the car, the corners of Waverly's lips rippled as she said, "Thank you." Thank goodness!

She wasn't that unlucky!

In the end, the butler looked for an excuse to personally send her home. He then drove around before he turned around and left.

As soon as she got home, Waverly took a quick shower and brushed multiple times. When she thought of her boyfriend, she couldn't help but cry out again, "You're a f*cker! B*stard! You're a nasty b*stard!"

As she touched her slightly swollen lips, Waverly was so angry that she screamed in her head. When she inadvertently gazed up at the mirror, the blue shirt in the reflection suddenly came into sight. turned around and pulled it over before stumbling across a pair of scissors. She was about to make a move. However, after thinking for a while, she stopped herself.

"No! He took advantage of me yet I still failed to achieve my goal. I'm on the losing side." She thought to herself.

With the shirt in her hands, she would still have an excuse even if she had no choice but to plead to him once more. She just had to endure this for a little while longer!

As she thought of this matter, Waverly couldn't help but sigh. "How did Franklin offend such a person? How could he be shameless enough to ask her to do that? What a lecher!" She thought.

The most important thing was that she couldn't tell her family about this! If her father knew, he would definitely have a terrible impression of him! She would then be caught in a serious dilemma!

"I can't cut it but I can definitely stomp on it!" She thought to herself.

She then tossed the shirt onto the ground and trampled over it a few times. Unsatisfied, she found a pen and doodled turtles on the shirt. After she felt relieved, she threw the shirt into a basket, yawned and climbed up to bed. She fell asleep soon after.

After leaving the hospital and returning home, Victoria rested at home for a few more days.

When she awoke, she felt that her strength had recovered. She got up and stretched her body, hearing the cracks of her bones and muscles. She ran around the courtyard and soon got hungry. Therefore, she went back into the house. She didn't bother the servants and went straight into the kitchen. It was only

half-past ten in the morning; it

wasn't time for lunch just yet. The kitchen and dining table were empty.

After looking around, she saw that no one was around. She then took out a small box from the cab, which contained all the snacks she had saved and previously bought from the supermarket.

She rummaged through the food and found a small bag that was filled with beef jerkys. Since she couldn't eat spicy food, she figured that the original

flavor would do just fine!

She pinched it and found it quite soft

and delightful. She then tore it open with a hand on one end while she put the other end between her teeth. In an instant, her round eyes narrowed into a shallow crescent. Just as she was about to bite into the beef, she heard a voice behind her.

"What are you doing?" The icy voice sounded.

With a conditioned reflex, Victoria instantly hid her hands behind her back. She turned around and looked at the man. "It's nothing..."

Didn't he go to work?

Trevor strode forward, giving her a cold look. "Why aren't you getting out of the way?" He asked.

He saw it all!

As she moved away slowly, he saw a storage box on the table. It was filled with snacks, with some placed on the table.

"Beef jerky, sweets, and potato chips?" Trevor

questioned.