Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Frederick stepped hard on the gas pedal all the way back to Landrum Garden.

He put Alicia on the bed before turning around. He took out the first aid kid and soaked a towel in warm water. When he returned to the bed, she was in the same posture as in the detention room. Her arms were wrapped around herself, curled up like a hedgehog. When he brushed away her hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes glared at him.

This was the first time he felt such fierceness on a woman. It was like a sharp sword, ruthlessness seeping from her bones. His heart shuddered and his hand stopped mid-air.

"Don't be afraid, I just... wanted to wipe your face!"

With that, his movements grew slower in fear of scaring her. He moved closer, slowly and tentatively, and gently wiped her dirty face. What he saw after was a swollen face with bruises by her lips. At that moment, his hand behind her head clenched into a fist, the veins protruding.

As he helped to comb her hair, he realized that she had been in this position ever since he saw her. She was either silently curled up with her eyes staring into space or fiercely glaring like just a while ago. He felt that something was wrong with her. Slowly, he touched her cheek. "Ally, look at me, do you recognize me? Would you talk to me, please?"

As soon as he spoke, she shook her head away from his grip and went back to curling up, her eyes dazed. Not knowing what she was thinking about, he saw her holding her knees even tighter. His jacket was almost covering her entire body!

She wasn't scared silly, was she?

Anxiety suddenly poured into his heart.

Before he said anything, he saw her foot from the corner of his eye. The stockings were torn, still clinging onto her. He turned around to get a change of clothes and brought the first aid kit with him. However, as he touched the jacket, she glared at him fiercely again, her pursed lips making deep hissing noises. At the same time, her hands also clutched the jacket tightly.

Only then did he feel there was something really wrong with her. As long as he did not go near her, she would be quiet as if she was not even there. But, whenever he went closer, no matter what he did, her reaction would be like a hurt animal that saw its enemy. She was tensed and ready to fight in an instant. The look in her eyes was unfocused but her reaction was as if some kind of reflex!

she had experienced too many incidents like this? Was it a protective

taken aback

him but why was she... Sitting

Don't be afraid! I'll change it for you and clean up the wound, okay? I'll be gentle

slowly removed the jacket from her, helped her take

up. He remembered the man on top of her when

That beast!

on the verge of

put some bandages on the larger wounds, worrying that they would hurt at any friction. Since he started, other than occasional groans, she never complained about the pain or

clean up. He was about to get a change of towel when he heard a

the bed in excitement.

very seriously, "The divorce agreement! Give it to

be what she said when she finally opened her mouth. He was in glee but his heart had

"The divorce agreement! Give it to me! I want a divorce!

He really let her escort a client and he was even an

consciousness but

you but didn't I give my best efforts? You disregarded our relationship and let me be

a fit, scratching and hitting him. It seemed as though the weak thread holding her together had snapped, and