Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)



Lowering her gaze, Lauren couldn't help giggling. "Hehe..."

On the other hand, Willy was rendered confused, "Pig-trotters? Aren't you implying that I'm tasty and that you like me?"

Wasn't that she meant by giving him such a nickname? Pig trotters were filled with collagen. Although it wasn't pleasant to the eye, did it matter if it were to be somewhat ugly? What else could it mean?

Deep down, the narcissistic Willy found himself quite handsome. That was why he omitted the association between himself and the appearance of pig trotters.

"Hahaha!"

Lauren burst into another series of laughter. "Silly!"

Willy was thrown into deeper confusion by her laughter, saying, "Anyway, it works as long as you like it. I like all the nicknames you gave me!" Pursing her lips, Lauren rolled her eyes at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Big pig trotter' is a popular online phrase that received attention in the past two years. It's used by women to chide men behind their backs! Men are all pig trotters indicating that 'Men are the worst', 'Men are all liars' and so on! Of course, some use it to disenchant unromantic men or to hint at men's change in attitude towards women after winning them over. In short, it's used to complain about men!"

While explaining, Lauren's heart surged with a faint warmth. "Did you notice the remark on my cell phone? Silly!"

Deep down, she was pleased to see him thinking so.

Taking another glance at the cute painting, the corners of her lips couldn't help curving into a grin.

Opposite her, the bewildered Willy landed his gaze on her, his eyes swirling with complex emotions. She turned out to be dissatisfied with him! When a thought crossed his mind, Willy got up and picked up his phone.

"Alas. Willy, are you mad?" It was all in the past, so he wouldn't bring it all up again, would he?! As soon as he got onto his feet, Lauren hugged him from behind.

"Didn't we promise not to talk about the past? If so, can we...forget about it?"noveldrama

Turning around to give her a sidelong glance, the call got through as the secretary's voice sounded in his ear. "Mr. Bowles, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Well, the company's employee benefits. The one for the New Year... Cancel the pig trotters!"

With that, Willy hung up the phone, his face gloomy. "D*mn it, I thought she really likes pig's trotters, so I added it to the list of employee benefits of the New Year. Everyone would receive a dish!"

In an instant, Lauren burst out laughing once more.

Throwing herself into his arms as her hands slid to wrap around his waist, she snickered to herself. "He doesn't know anything, does he?" He was all focused on her to the point of him not being bothered by what others had to say!

Poking her on the forehead, Willy was at a loss for words. "You're still laughing?"

If words were to get out, he would be embarrassed to the core! His face flushed at the thought of how he had modified the employee benefits. Whenever he ordered a meal, he would request for pig's trotters up till the point where he started growing fond of braised pig's trotters, although he used to hate the taste!

"Honey, thank you!"

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Lauren smacked a heavy kiss on his lips. "This is the best gift I've ever received! I will hang this painting up!" From then on, she would take a look at it whenever she felt dissatisfied with him!

Pulling a long face, he poked her on the forehead once more, "Do hang it up. Hang it in your cloakroom. Also, don't tell anyone that it's a gift from me!"

He couldn't afford to embarrass himself!

She giggled.

"Let's go! I have an appointment with Carson, so let's carry out a check-up. Don't leave any potential danger unnoticed!" "Alright..."

Lauren wrapped the painting up and placed it aside. After washing up, she picked up her bag.

"Don't worry. I know how to remove and control it. Have you forgotten about how I'm educated in this aspect? Although I'm not specialized, I know the basics!"

"I believe in you, but there's poison in the medicine. It's better not to take the medicine unless necessary! You might develop resistance against the medicine if you overconsume..." After all, she was not a drug addict. She did taste it, but she wasn't addicted to it. There was no need for drug rehabilitation!

"Yes, but I think we should continue our research. It's always better to be prepared than not! I realized that the more wealth one owns, the more danger there will be. The two are always related!"

Those engaged in such business would always submit to interests. To gain a profit, the ultimate goal was aimed at those financially capable. What was the point of ordinary people getting involved? They would merely earn themselves a few more puppets. People of the same interest would always get together, so even if one wasn't involved, it didn't mean others weren't engaged in such activities as well. They might fall into a trap at any time just like how she hadn't expected the disaster at all. Before she had time to react, they set her up.

"It's all up to you. It's fine as long as you don't get too tired and that you take care of yourself! Laurie, you can do whatever you like as long as you're happy doing so! All I want is for you to take good care of yourself. In the future, we'll share the responsibility no matter what it is..."

As they spoke, the two of them rushed in the direction of the hospital. Their fingers were tightly interlocked as their eyes brimmed with happiness. Ten days later, Willy and Lauren held a grand yet low-key wedding at Saint Soria Cathedral. The wedding lasted for three days, but only closest friends were invited.

Dressed in a gorgeous pure white skirt, the little girl resembled a princess with her long silky hair scattered over her shoulders. With a white garland atop her head, a white lace bag slanted past her shoulders. In the bag, a doll dressed in a wedding dress revealed its adorable head as the little girl caressed the doll with one hand and held a delicate rose bouquet with the other. Her beautiful and charming figure shuttled in the crowd.

After he managed to catch the little girl by her wrist, Elijah felt a throbbing headache.

"Yvette, I know that you're excited because your daddy and mommy are getting married, but you can't run around as you might bump into the guests. Go and hang out with your friends, will you?"

Why was the little girl so excited that day?

"Uncle Elijah, mommy is so beautiful today. The dress is so long, and I like it, but mommy, won't buy it for me. She doesn't allow me to touch it either as she says that I might dirty it! Daddy won't give me the chance to touch it as well. I hate it! I like it very much. Uncle Elijah, you love me, don't you? You should buy one for me. I want the exact same one as mommy's, with the same length. Perhaps bigger than the one I'm wearing right now. I want it to be good-looking..."

"Well, Yvette, you can't randomly put on wedding dresses! You can only wear it once in your lifetime. When you grow up, there will be a prince charming that will buy you the same, wait no, a more beautiful dress for you. You can wear it, and you'll be as beautiful as a doll!"

As he spoke, Elijah tidied her lower hemline and ruffled the doll's hair that was placed in her pocket.

"Yvette, you should remember that a

wedding dress can only be worn

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once. None of us will give it to you. Not daddy mommy, me or any of your family members. You must receive it from your favorite outsider. By the time you wear it, you'll have to stay by that person's side and leave your parents, so you mustn't randomly put on a wedding dress. Do you understand?"

The little girl nodded although she didn't quite understand what Elijah was talking about. Coming to his senses, Elijah was thrown into a daze. Why was he telling a kid all that?

Shaking his head, he urged, "Go and play with the kids! Don't go too far!"

"All right!"

The little girl then mingled with friends about the same age. As they chattered, a little boy began to divide the pastries he had in hand.

"Yvette!"

"Thank you, Cha..." Charles!

Reaching out for the biscuit, she went halfway through her words when a jeering voice sounding from behind her cut her off, "Little witch! You're so

greedy!"

Turning around, she saw Clinton dressed in a white shirt and black suit pants casting a sidelong glance at her with a disgusted sneer tugging at the

corner of his lips.

Why was he there?

What a hateful brat!

Turning around, the little girl pouted and stuck her tongue out at him, making a face.

"Charles..." Turning around once more, the little girl took the pastry over and was about to nibble on it when an icy voice sounded in her ear. "Cheese pastries are made of biscuits, crusts, cream and cheese. The crusts are worms' favorite! Didn't you see all the worms? How greedy! You're greedy to the point of eating worms! Be careful as the little witch might turn

into an ugly pig!"

Eyeing Yvette from the corner of his eyes, Clinton talked nonsense, all the while wearing a straight face.

The children beside him were shocked as they lowered their heads to take a second look at the pastries. Yvette, on the other hand, had long shook

the pastries off to the ground.

"Where are the worms?"

Right then, a boy, Charles, roared in wrath.

"Don't listen to him talking nonsense! My mommy baked it for me in the morning. It's delicious! It's my favorite! They aren't any bugs. They are chocolate biscuits!"

Shooting another disdainful glance at Charles' plump belly, Clinton snorted coldly. "If you eat it, you'll turn out to be like him!"

Clinton then grabbed hold of the little girl by her wrist and dragged her along. "The wedding is about to begin. Uncle Elijah is calling us over! Come on, I'll take you there!"

"You devil! You hateful brat! Stop dragging me! This is my mommy's wedding..."

"I don't want to go over with you!"

On the way, the little girl threw a tantrum. In the end, Clinton shut her up by throwing a sentence at her, "Go on! It's your daddy and mommy's wedding anyway. If you don't come with me, you'll only embarrass them!"

The little girl closed her parting lips with one sentence from Clinton before she allowed him to lead her

all the way and complete the entire process in silence. Behaving like a puppet, she acted at others' will, stopping, scattering flowers and walking at the command of others.

As such, Clinton's gaze cast at her softened.

After walking off the stage, he reached out and ruffled her hair before handing biscuits wrapped in transparent packaging over. It was in the shape of

a pig with pinkish ears and was adorable.

"This is your reward!"

"Why are you giving me a pig?! I'm not a smelly piglet!" Snatching it over, the little girl attempted to crush it into pieces.

"I understand. You're a beautiful little witch, aren't you? You'll become more beautiful after you've eaten an ugly pig!" Raising his hands, he reached

out to pinch her bulging cheeks.

He then continued, "Don't be so greedy to eat others' food! It's dirty!"

"I'm not! Mommy said that I'm the cleanest!" As she spoke, the little girl started tearing the wrapping with all her might. With the slight strength she

had, she couldn't tear it open even after she did so.

Taking it over, Clinton opened it and gave her the pig ear.

After stuffing it into her mouth, the little girl's eyes curved into crescents. "It's strawberry chocolate. How delicious..."