Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Victoria had met numerous shameless people before, but none of them were as shameless as Trevor!

Victoria was so angry that she shrieked on the inside. Trevor walked past her and opened her wardrobe. His rough palm stroked through the rows of colorful clothes and stopped at a black silk ribbon pajamas. A hint of playfulness flashed across his eyes.

Noticing the faint marks on the ground and Trevor's little frivolous actions, Victoria's face and ears instantly turned red. She was a step closer to losing her mind, yet she wasn't certain if she was angry or shy! Trevor finally felt assured. When he turned around, he saw Victoria staring at him through gritted teeth, as if she wanted to rip him to pieces.

He didn't feel what he did was wrong. He walked back to her side and pinched her red cheeks, then said, "You are my woman. I will not allow anyone to touch you. If you go against this rule..." Trevor was serious. It was his warning. Victoria was so furious that she was lost for words. When did she become his woman?

Victoria was on the verge of bursting. She pushed his hands away, then took a pair of disposable slippers from the wardrobe and threw them on the ground. "Change into these!" she shouted. After that, Victoria pulled her hair then turned around and went into the bathroom to change into lounge wear.

Her utmost pet peeve was a dirty bedroom, she absolutely despised it. When she walked out of the bathroom, Victoria picked up a clean mop and started mopping her bedroom. After mopping each section, she would wipe the floor once more with a fresh rag.

Trevor was taken aback when he saw that. "Victoria can't stand untidiness, can she?"

Trevor stood still throughout the entire cleaning process and did not move the slightest.

Victoria was a completely different person when she was busy cleaning. She wasn't soft and gentle at all, she even kneeled down when she was mopping the floor, she seemed very lively and energetic. In an instant, Trevor felt nothing but warmth in his heart. The sight of Victoria projected a beautiful scene in his mind.

There was a playful child running around the house with a graceful woman chasing after him. The woman was laughing and scolding the child while she was mopping the floor...

At the thought of it, Trevor chuckled inadvertently.

As she stood back up, Victoria noticed Trevor giggling at the corner. She was fuming in anger at his reaction. "Is it really that funny? It's so dirty because of you, don't ever step into my room again!" She pushed him towards the wall and said, "Get out!"

It was obvious that she didn't want him to dirty the floor that she'd mopped a while ago. At that moment, Victoria was wearing a large T-shirt with her sleeves rolled up. Even in her lounge wear, she still looked as good as she was dressing up. Trevor then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him.

"You're a clean freak, aren't you? I guess that's a good habit after all. However, you'll have to get used to my existence in your life from now on!"

would've to clean the

long are you going to stay here?" Did he not realize that it was pretty

was certain that Anthony would come over if he left

a scream, Victoria was on the verge of stomping

Victoria struggling impatiently, so he brought her closer into his arms again and said, "Are you so afraid

me go!" Did she accidentally lure a

him in his arms. Trevor replied with a delighted tone,

She was so

her and smiled. "Why don't you call your mother or

his pocket and handed it to her. Victoria refused his offer immediately and

smile across his face. He wasn't going to lose

stared at each other bitterly and Victoria had

made

jet

eventually figured it out. Her mother had always wished that they would be

with Trevor, but she also didn't want her family to know

two of

was still waiting downstairs with the bouquet of roses in his hands. He stood waiting as he stared at the lights from Victoria's room that gradually faded into darkness. He

...

passed by, and soon

feeling very depressed. He put down a handful of white chrysanthemums in front of the memoria/arches' table in the cemetery. He gazed at the picture of a beautiful girl with a warm smile for a long time before he shifted his attention to the other side. It was another similarly carved memorial tablet.

"Yannie, Ally..."

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