Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Turning around, she picked it up with squinted eyes as she lectured. Waverly had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and wash it. In her life, she had never washed anything except her undergarments, let alone anyone else's!

Since she was a child, others did all the house chores for her. She, Waverly, was the type of daughter from noble families others envied, living her best life while being able to obtain anything she wanted. Her family had never been strict about her school work either. For a long time, the only thing she had to think about was what she wanted for dinner and how she should spend the day playing!

It wasn't a big deal after she had gotten used to it. It was until she had her first period. She not only felt pain but also often got out of bed with bedsheets stained with blood, let alone the odor on her body. As she matured, she paid more attention to her privacy. Since they were undergarments, she found it embarrassing to have others wash them for her, so she would learn to wash her clothes in the middle of the night. Although she couldn't do it well, she wouldn't have to feel embarrassed having others wash her clothes for her.

She gradually got the hang of washing clothes after having to wash them a lot more often!noveldrama

There was once when she noticed the servant directly wash clothes after she had picked her nose. The disgusted Waverly started developing slight mysophobia. Once she was traumatized, she couldn't help thinking about it. Later, not only did she wash her closefitting clothes, but she also started handling all her house chores and everything that was within her abilities!

As such, her father and brother were surprised, thinking she must have fallen sick! In fact, laziness was the most severe illness. To handle all the chores oneself, one could have peace of mind, or one would only try to avoid reality!

Right then, she could operate electrical appliances such as the washing machine, the drying machine, and all kinds of household appliances well. She wasn't the old her that knew nothing and the danger of electricity.

While washing clothes, Waverly's face burned as she secretly grumbled. Especially when it came to scrubbing a special part, she wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and immediately bury herself.

Fortunately, she was done in no time as she immediately threw it into the drying machine and pressed the fast-dry button. Returning to the sink, she splashed her face with cold water.

"D*mn it. How shameless!"

Pity her! She had never done such a thing in her life!

While drying the clothes, Waverly paced around in the bathroom. From time to time she would pat her face, at times take a deep breath, all the while muttering.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Hurry up and get dry!"

Across the door, in the bedroom, Wyatt turned to the wardrobe after studying the nest of tortoise eggs on his shirt.

Fortunately, it was a small piece of cloth, while the drying machine at home was of the latest technology. Feeling the slight humidity on the cloth, Waverly didn't throw it into the drying machine for the second drying session. Instead, she dried it with the hairdryer before walking out the door. Her cheeks, which had just cooled, once again flushed, resembling red apples during the cold winter, red and eye- catching.

Her complex emotions couldn't be described in words. Just as she stepped into the room, Waverly raised her gaze to see a tall figure standing next to the closet with the door to the closet wide open. Facing the wardrobe, he held a black arched cloth with one hand while the other examined its strap. Under the dim table lamp, the triangular shape stood out.

With a loud bang in her head, her mind erupted. Waverly's face flushed red as she instinctively reacted by rushing over with a few strides to snatch the object from Wyatt's hand and quickly stuff it back into the wardrobe.

"You... Are you a pervert?! Why would you touch my stuff?"

How embarrassing!

Wasn't he embarrassed?! They were all her close-fitting clothes, so how could he try to examine them? Although they were clean without the price tag removed, Waverly felt as if she had been stripped naked at the thought of how he had been carefully examining the cloth. She couldn't be any more embarrassed.

After shooting a glare at him, she instinctively shifted her gaze away without knowing what kind of expression she had on her face. She was obviously seething, but she had lost all her strength to throw a tantrum. All she knew was that she felt uncomfortable all over.

Gosh. It was such a huge wardrobe, where did he manage to find that?

Her clothes were arranged according to their categories. Judging from the style and its cloth, it was most probably summer clothing, and had been stored away in the most underneath box!

Her mind was a mess as she was drenched in sweat!

Her gaze shifted to fall on his body. As a thought flashed through her mind, she narrowed her eyes before hurriedly throwing the object in hand to him. At the same time, she turned around and was instantly embarrassed.

"Put it on! Stop being a pervert!"

He'd better not try to sleep naked at her home! Her face burning hot, she couldn't turn her back towards him, so Waverly decided to raise her hand to cover her face, for fear of seeing anything she wasn't allowed to!

Right then, Wyatt had returned to himself.

He had held two purposes when he had come up to the wardrobe. One was to see if there were any traces of men in her wardrobe. He didn't know why, but he longed to know. The other was to see if there were any other clothes with tortoises drawn on them!

After all, it was a woman's room and a woman's wardrobe. Wyatt would be lying if he were to say that he was not embarrassed the moment he swung the door to the wardrobe open, but with his cold appearance and how was used to keeping a low profile, there was not much of a reaction from him, not to mention how there was a slight moment for him to recover from his shock!

Having hesitated about whether he should open the closet, he was quite satisfied the moment he did so! The clothes in her closet were placed in order, most of which were according to season. The smaller-sized pieces of clothing were placed in the storage box, marked with labels. With a casual glance, he fiddled through them without flipping them over. When his eyes fell on the rows of storage boxes, he opened one out of curiosity.

As for the item he had just held, it was coincidentally placed in a box without a label, not because he was perverted. It was why he had opened the box and taken it out. Little did he expect it to be such private clothing. Right then as he thought about it, those without labels on the boxes were either not sorted out or temporary items. It was all he saw.

Since he had long made up his mind to marry her, he would always look at her like that of a predator looking at prey. As such, Wyatt only felt awkward for merely a few seconds before he found it normal and pretended as if nothing had ever happened!

No one was probably as thick-skinned as him!

To his surprise, the young widow would diligently wash his undergarment for him.

Holding the warm fabric, Wyatt's heart swirled with complicated emotions.

He was supposed to attend a party that night and had come over purely by chance, not to mention how lucky he was to stay. Since it was not a premeditated plan, how could he be able to prepare a set of clean clothes in advance?

Having taken a shower, he could not stand putting on dirty clothes once more and had planned to order his men to send him a box the next morning. To his dismay...

"Hurry up! Are you done?"

Right then, an urging voice came from the front, sounding like the softest raindrops falling on fragile heartstrings, playing the most beautiful melody there

was.

When he recovered from his thoughts, he saw Waverly shrinking her shoulders and covering her face with her hands. Seeing her current appearance, he could imagine how she had been doing back in the bathroom. Thinking so, the corner of his lips couldn't help lifting into a delighted arch.

"Hmm..."

Humming a response, he began to put on his clothes.

On the other hand, Waverly was briefly stunned. Hmm? What did he mean? Was

he done or not?

Not having the courage to turn

around and take a look, Waverly paced in anxiousness. Without realizing it, her fingers had loosened a little. She hesitated about whether to turn around when her sight accidentally shifted to land on a reflective glass-tinted shelf in front of her, clearly reflecting the image behind her. Her head exploded with another "bang" as she reflexively used her hands to cover her eyes tight. Stomping her foot in annoyance, her body squirmed to one side to avoid the line of sight.

How could a large-scale movement escape Wyatt's eyes? With a quick glance, realization immediately dawned upon him. On the door of the glass closet, her embarrassed look fell into his sight...

The smile on his lips widened. After putting on his clothes, he did not wrap the bath towel around him. Instead, he stepped forward and hugged her from behind, who was all shrunk.

"You young widow, I didn't expect you to be this virtuous! It turns out you're a C."

It seemed that he was wrong. Right then, Wyatt came to realize that not only was she beautiful, but she also had a curvy figure! Everything was not an illusion! As he thought about it, his hands restlessly glided across her body!

She had already been panicking, yet he wouldn't let her go by mentioning it and embarrassing her. Turning around, Waverly had her teeth gritted. She was embarrassed to the point of her soles flushed red.

"Wyatt! How dare you say that?"

Before she could exert enough strength in swinging her fist forward, Waverly was

caught by the waist. Her body falling forward, Waverly panicked. After all, the

person in front of her was different from the past.

"Let me go!"

"Baby, you promised to comfort me tonight..."

As soon as her words faded away, Wyatt lifted her and narrowed his eyes. Waverly fumed. "What? Wyatt, you did mention that you wouldn't touch me!"

How could the rascal go back on his words?

"Waverly, I said 'I didn't want you', not that I wouldn't touch you. I don't want you,

but you want me, don't you? I don't mind!"

D*mn! D*mn! D*mn!

How could the b*stard set her up?

Seething, she could feel her seven orifices emitting smoke. By the time she came

to herself, the bed was already in a mess. What went on was way beyond her

grasp...

In a dark room of another mansion, Selena gripped her clothes with the back of her hands bulging with blue veins, her eyes fixed on the news report.

"Idiot! Self-righteous idiot! Who do you think Trevor is? Who do you think you are?"

How could he decide to make such a stupid decision all by himself?

It didn't matter whether it was scheme as everything would be fine if it worked, Right then, however, they ended up losing everything and failed their mission! Once Trevor was involved, everything would turn into a huge deal!

Getting up to her feet, Selena sighed. "I'm afraid he will find out sooner or later! When the time comes, if he drags all of us down with him..."

Selena picked up her phone and turned it off once more. Turning around to pick

up her coat, she spoke into the microphone, "Nina, I don't feel well. Accompany me to the hospital." She didn't forget to fake a few coughs.