Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

After thinking about it and failing to come up with an answer, Waverly decided against pondering on it.

There weren't any males at home, so she didn't prepare any change of clothes for him. When Wyatt exited the bathroom, he had only a towel wrapped around his waist. Lifting her gaze, Waverly's face blushed red, scattering all the wild thoughts that had been ongoing in her mind.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Half-naked, Waverly couldn't be more ashamed. It was then she was reminded as she ran to the wardrobe to retrieve a man's folded shirt and threw it at him.

"Hurry up and put this on!"

Blurting out the three words in a hurry, she dashed into the bathroom with her eyes covered.

Lowering his gaze, Wyatt glanced at himself from the corner of his eye before shifting his gaze to look at the man's shirt. "I'm going to sleep, why should I wear a shirt?" he muttered to himself.

A man's clothes?

The flame in his heart surged before it was put out in no time. "Why does this shirt look so familiar?"

Reaching out for it, Wyatt was reminded of the incident. "Is this my shirt?"noveldrama

Most of his clothes were custom-made. Even though all of them weren't, he was used to having a logo imprinted on his clothes. It was the case for his tailored clothing. As for finalized products, they would be imprinted with a logo after cleaning before they were sent to his room. To put it bluntly, all the clothes sent to him would be marked at the bottom right corner, a Q symbol for his personal design!

Reminded of the past, Wyatt couldn't help heaving a deep sigh. The world was indeed unpredictable. Back then, she was pure and innocent as a child, but right then...

"It has only been a few days, but has everything changed?"

He couldn't tell what feeling it was in his heart. Annoyance? Regret or perhaps irritated by how he had missed out? Wyatt couldn't explain it clearly. All he knew was that it seemed a pure and lovely little girl had turned into an alluring figurine overnight. She was so enchanting that he was on the verge of going insane.

He hadn't found her as attractive! Why did it seem as though he could no longer free himself from her grasp?

It was all her fault that she hid so well. He must have been dazzled. Little did he expect underneath the adorable skin to hide a fatal coquettish woman.

He had been blinded!

He deserved it!

Thoughts ran wild as he unfolded the clothes. With an inadvertent glance at the shirt, Wyatt's eyebrows instantly knotted into a tight frown.

What was that?

On one side of the shirt were intermittent and colorful green marks. Thinking it must have been stained with dirt, he turned it over to realize that the back, as well as the sleeves, were all covered. Upon closer inspection, his face darkened all at

once.

Tortoises? Green ones?

With a flip of his wrist, Wyatt realized that there were at least a dozen tortoises crawling on top of his clothes, all of them in different colors and postures. Some faced upwards, some had their heads facing downwards, while some lay on their stomachs. There were also larger tortoises carrying their smaller-sized ones as if they were drawn by children. There were marks and scribbles, but if one were to take a closer look, one would be able to see their clear outlines and shapes. The most distinct and complete drawing was the green tortoise!

As many of the tortoises seemed to be painted facing the front, there was a round circle with four legs on each side. A small round head and a faintly discernible tail were added. Since some had their legs or heads missing a few strokes, it was difficult to distinguish what it was. The green-colored tortoise seemed to be new, but the color had slightly faded. Although so, he could clearly make out the tortoise's dazed gaze and the pattern on its shell.

Wyatt finally understood what it was. There was another large circle attached to a smaller circle. Wyatt could see that it was a large tortoise carrying a smaller tortoise. What was the group of tiny circles at the edge?

Were those a tortoise's eggs?

Wyatt flipped through his clothes, his face alternating between different extremes in expression. What was she trying to imply by drawing a nest of turtles on his clothes?

At the same time, the woman in the

bathroom had her head shrunk.

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Waverly's face was blushing so hard as if she had rolled into a pan of oil. There was nothing to do, and she was afraid of witnessing things allowed if she were to leave the bathroom in such a short period.

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would wash her face with some cold water, fold the towel, and tidy the shelf with neatly arranged toiletries before turning around to wash her hands once more, consistently turning around like a top.

Had he put on his clothes?

Muttering, Waverly could feel her cheeks, which had just cooled down, warm once more. In her mind flashed images of the inadvertent glance at the strong and firm lines on the abdomen of the man glowing with a healthy tan. Anyway, he felt very different from her.

Although they had been making out frequently, it was the first time she saw such a clear image of his body strictly speaking. Although they had carried out intimate gestures and had her body ripped clean of clothes, Wyatt was always well-dressed, so it was the first time she saw that look of his!

One could imagine how overwhelming Waverly's emotions were right then!

"No, what should I do?" She couldn't stay in the bathroom all night!

She really shouldn't have let him stay!

Worried to the point of her hair turning grey, Waverly was full of regret. "At this hour, where can I find men's clothes? No matter how loose my clothes are, he can't wear them!"

A bathrobe should do the job!

Anyway, he mustn't be an eyesore. He had to wear it even if it didn't fit!

Lost in thoughts, Waverly headed for

the bathroom cabinet near the

shower. After rummaging for a new bathrobe, the corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of an item resting on the laundry basket outside the glass shower room. She couldn't see it clearly at a distance. Her first reaction was, "Could it be my undergarments?"

Under conditional reflex, she stepped forward to pick it up. All at once, her face

flushed before she threw it back onto the basket.

A man's...

Closing her eyes, Waverly's face seemed as though it was nearly set on fire. How shameless!

Could he not be wearing anything underneath?

How could he have the nerve to leave the bathroom?!

Geez!

Patting her head, Waverly was on the verge of tears. It was understandable that

he didn't bring a change of clothes, but how could he...

Couldn't he just get over it?

Although it would certainly feel uncomfortable, at the thought of how there might

not be a single piece of clothing underneath the bath towel, Waverly fell into despair, shrinking her neck. Right then, she had lost all courage to leave the

room.

What should she do? It was in the middle of the night!

Gripping the bathrobe in one hand, there remained only one thought in Waverly's mind. What was the use of the bathrobe? She would never leave even if she was beaten to death!

With her face glowing with a red radiance in the bathroom, Waverly was at a loss of where to look. Almost driven insane, her frantic gaze fell on...