Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 1162

Otherwise, with her personality and the current living condition, she didn't need to waste time on these things when the baby hadn't been born, and winter hadn't come.

Holding the delicate semi-finished product, Willy felt as though his heart was torn to pieces. That silly woman hadn't resigned to fate after being tricked and hid like a turtle, licking her wound on her own, had she?

Could it be that her orphan background made her incredibly isolated and insecure? Willy also thought that she didn't seem to care that much, nor would she argue when she had obviously received very unfair treatment. Instead, even the most minor favors could satisfy her.

If she wasn't overly free of ambitions, then reality had tortured her into accepting her fate.

Was it because she had no one to rely on that she thought it was useless to even fight for it?

Willy's breath suddenly tightened when he thought of how she had always been so humble, bullied, and even left helplessly in the end. He had brought the small basket on the shelf before he knew it. It was her craft basket; he would often see her carrying it.

Willy was about to put the pair of tiny shoes in when he saw the pile of yarns of various thicknesses and colors, a few pieces of cloth, and a bunch of safety-pin-like pins in it. On the side was a simple notebook and a pen. Huh? Wasn't this the one she often carried?

Willy was a little confused, frowning slightly. If his memory served him right, this was the basket, and it was usually rather empty, only a ball of yarn and a couple of her knitting needles! But the basket in his hand was stuffed full. After rummaging the basket, Willy took out the notebook.

He opened it to see some weird diagrams drawn on it. On the side were some numbers and calculations.

He had thought they were just some random notes. After all, her profession required her to use data and calculations, so he didn't take it to heart. Flipping through it, a line of words caught his attention. "He lied to me. First time. Not happy."

Stumped and unbelieving, Willy stroked the words and rubbed his eyes before returning to the previous pages. Looking at it again, fragments of images flashed across his mind.

Could these calculations and diagrams be the numbers she used to knit? And hence she'd draw such patterns and curves and even store it in this basket?

Add? subtract? Collect?

rows she had made! Flipping through the pages, Willy was starting to understand her symbols and sequences.

case, then that line of

referring to

blank for quite

more I don't want to believe it, the more cruel the

do these

my life for it. He

I was so tough that I knew no fear when I was used to being alone. But I can never forget that piece

knows about my fear and loneliness, but he gave

in time.

looking at the photos;

using me. I won't be as valuable after I hand him the formula. I don't know how

why did he lie to me? He had said he wouldn't lie to me... I still

I really want to spend my birthday with him and eat cake together. I should keep it in for a few more days!

small, only the size of a palm. There were only a few short sentences on each page.

Where did all her thoughts come

or patterns, Willy was befuddled for a moment. After going through them several times, several scattered images connected, and tears began streaming down

He

Right, the pair of pearl earrings his father ordered for his

especially pierce her

mentioned couldn't

photos in the study? She knew he had a past with Cloud? And even associated it with

she think that Dory