Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Wyatt was infuriated. He pulled the windows and curtains shut and turned around to pick up his cell phone.

Soon after, the servant stood at the door of his room with a wet girl beside him. "Master Johnson, Miss Castle is here!" Wyatt waved his hand. The servant turned around and left.

Wyatt was angry as he glanced at the poor girl at the door. "What are you doing standing there? Are you not coming in?" Did she need him to shout at her at the top of his voice? After running her fingers through her wet hair, Waverly fiddled with her hands uneasily. She glanced inside warily. The clean and bright room looked like a work of art. She looked down at her dirtied leather shoes and didn't move for a long time.

The more he looked at her, the angrier he became. "If you're not coming in, then just leave!" As soon as he finished, he saw her taking off her shoes and putting them outside the door. As she went into the house in a hurry and as the back of her feet was bare with the shoes she wore, her socks were wet as well then. After a pause, Waverly also took off her socks. She wiped her fair and tender feet on the carpet and then slowly walked in with her head down.

Waverly hated it when others dirtied her house, so of course she wouldn't want to do that unto others either. Waverly felt that she couldn't make him hate her any further, and she was still asking for help from him.

At first, he thought she refused to enter because she was afraid that he had other intentions. As he watched her taking off her shoes and socks, he felt attracted to her again. He hadn't expected it.

He glanced at her curled feet. The most adorable thing was that two pink pigs were painted on her big toes. If you put them together, they made a silly pair! Wyatt was unable to hold it in any longer. His lips relaxed a little. A faint smile appeared on his face as he wondered if the pigs represented herself. Wyatt walked to his cupboard and rummaged through his clothes. He found a new bathrobe, and a set of shirt and shorts. He then threw them at her. "Go and clean yourself up first!" It had to be uncomfortable as she was drenched from head to toe. Waverly didn't think much of it and just went towards the bathroom following his gaze.

After she took a shower, Waverly put on the bathrobe first. However, the bathrobe laced up on the front, and no matter how she wore it or how tightly she tied it, she could still feel a breeze. It would fall apart easily especially when she moved. The low-cut collar made her feel insecure.

Then, she tried on his shirt. The light blue shirt was slightly sheer and it covered half of her. As it was loose, it wasn't sticking to her body, so it wasn't too exposing.

She checked herself in the full body mirror. His shirt was long enough to reach her thighs. However, she wasn't brave enough to wear a man's shorts. Also, she had on a pair of short tights, so she decided not to wear it. She dried her hair partway and then walked out holding her wet clothes.

Wyatt swirled his wine glass lightly with one hand and scrolled through his cell phone with the other. Wyatt looked up when he heard her movement. His light blue shirt covered half of her slender legs, exposing part of her fair and smooth legs. She looked like a mermaid, and it was mesmerizingly beautiful! Something seemed to have moved his heart and he felt a wave of heat rushing through his entire body. Suddenly, Wyatt's mind went blank.

At that moment, the servant brought in a bowl of ginger soup. "Master Johnson, the ginger soup you requested is ready!" It was only then that he cback to his senses. Wyatt's gaze swept over Waverly out of the corner of his eye. "All right..." The servant was smart. She walked to Waverly and said, "Miss, have some. It will warm you up!" She then quite considerately put the ginger soup on the table nearby.

"Giveyour clothes! I'll wash and dry them for you." "No, there's no need! Thank you..." Waverly waved her hands and felt a little embarrassed. If the servant took them for a wash, how would she leave later? She couldn't be dressed like that! The servant looked at Wyatt and then just reached out to take it. "Miss, there's no need to be so polite. Give it to me! Don't worry, it won't take long. It will be done in less than half an hour. We won't take too much of your time!" The servant had already walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

Waverly only then realized that she was in a room with a stranger. Her face suddenly felt hot, and she felt a gush of cold air on her leg. Her hair on her entire body stood on end.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drink it!" Was she waiting for the soup to get cold? "I'm fine. There's no need to... thank you..." He obviously sounded impatient, and she was feeling very tensed.

She stiffened unconsciously and lowered her voice. However, things didn't go as planned. She sneezed as soon as she stopped talking.

She sneezed twice.

Just as she said that she didn't need it, how embarrassing! Wyatt's eyes narrowed as she rubbed her nose. Waverly was blushing furiously. She lowered her gaze and walked towards the bow of ginger soup without him saying anything else. She put it to her mouth as she looked at him, putting on a tough face as she looked at him.

He didn't look like a bad guy. He couldn't be that bad, could he? She hesitated, and her hands paused for a while too.

The look in her eyes infuriated Wyatt. "It's not poison! Drink it!" She was already in his place. Wasn't it a little too late to be worried by then? With his IQ, would he need to stoop so low? If he really had any intentions towards her, he wouldn't have waited so long, and it would already have been over for her.

Waverly couldn't help but coyly pursed her lips when she realized that he had read her mind. Hen m dimple appeared when she pursed her lips. It was quite a sight to behold. After she finished drinking, she put the bowl back in its original spot. "Thank... thank you!" Her soft voice was like a stream, and it was sweet and refreshing. It could be seen that she was a well-educated woman. Although she was wearing men's clothing, she didn't give a lowly flirtatious, impression. Instead, she looked charismatic and simple.

He sized her up as he swirled the glass in his hand. Wyatt gulped the wine down.

Standing across him, Waverly was looking down gingerly as she fiddled with her hands, like she was being punished. She didn't dare to make a sound. After all, she was in someone else's house. Wyatt looked extremely comfortable. She was worried about bothering him! Wyatt put the wine glass down and shot her a glance. "Why didn't he come?" Did she know what her boyfriend was doing then? After a moment's hesitation, Waverly understood what he meant. "He's working overtime..."

Even if Franklin wasn't busy, he was so prideful. How could he put away his pride and beg him? A man would rather suffer defeat than getting down on his knees! X