Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 833

After her mother passed away, she never kept her hair long again. She hated dresses and things that made her look helpless and weak, including tears. In her memory, she rarely wore such well-fitting clothes! She looked at the image in the mirror. No matter how she looked at it, she still thought it was an eyesore!

The more she stared, the more frustrated she became. Finally, she closed her eyes, turned around and walked out.

Willy entered the room while replying to messages on his phone. He looked up and saw that the bed was empty. Just as he paused, a soft sound came from behind him.

He turned his body and said, "You're awake?"

Once their eyes met, both of them were stunned. Lauren's hand was tugging at the hem of her clothes, whereas Willy was surprised by her beauty.

He walked up, his gaze sweeping over her. He raised his hand to caress her soft hair as a charming smile appeared on his face. "Clothes really do make the man!" Compared to when she was in prison, she really looked like a model at the moment. It might not be her stunning beauty, but her unforgettable temperament. Willy was not shy with his compliments as he said, "Gorgeous!"

It was obviously a compliment, but when it reached Lauren's ears, it sounded like he disliked her, or at least, disliked the old her!

The awkwardness made Lauren somewhat uncomfortable. In truth, she didn't like what she was wearing at all. It was not comfortable, and definitely not her style.

In her mind, someone who disliked her actual appearance yet loved how she looked when she was all dressed up, wasn't the person she wanted.

Growing up, she didn't lack attention from guys. Even if she dressed plainly, or to the point where men disliked her clothing choices, she had never changed for any man.

That was also the reason why she gave up her hobby of dressing up, and had only dated Zedd for so many years, and was even willing to take the blame for him - he had never forced his way into her clothing choices or even expressed any dissatisfaction towards it. Lauren kept on tugging at the hem of her shirt. Before she could say anything, Willy spoke first, "Are you hungry? I'll bring you down to eat something!"

Willy saw that she was slightly uncomfortable, but he thought that it was because she had been in jail for too long, so he didn't think much about it.

hand and

downstairs. In the dining room, on the table, there was a sumptuous dinner. On one side, there was a small cake. There were also two wine glasses, one with red wine, and the other empty. Beside it was milk and freshly squeezed orange juice. After he pushed her to her seat, Willy

want to drink? Or would you like to drink

a good day. Willy felt that it was worth celebrating. Lauren did not expect him to have such a

as she said that, Willy poured a glass of orange juice and gave it to her. He lifted the cup and said, "Come, let's have a drink first! Laurie, welcome

glasses clinked, Lauren felt overjoyed. "Thank

took a big sip after that. The sour and sweet taste assailed her mouth. It was so,

put down the glass, a small piece of cake was moved

starry eyes lit up as she bit her lower lip. Then, she opened her mouth and swallowed it. In an instant, a grin plastered on her

and eggs for her and said, "Eat more! Make yourself at home. If there's anything

"Okay!"

a feeling she had never felt before, Lauren nodded and picked up some food for him. "You have

they were surrounded by warmth and coziness. A peaceful

dinner, Lauren wanted to clean up but was stopped by Willy. He accompanied her back to her room, took the bowl of fruits from the help, and poured her a cup of warm water. He then handed

noticed that she wanted to say something several times but

gentle shakes of her head. "It would be a buzzkill to bring up Zedd at such a time!" She thought to herself. That

moment, she didn't want to ruin

and sitting down beside her, Willy stretched out his hands and pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and caressed

cold person, she was not used to physical contact. She

"It's... nothing!"

his lap, but