Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 1436

Wyatt's eyes dimmed at that, and he inched the fork closer to her.

Vexed, Waverly rolled her eyes. "Are you not tired, Wyatt?"

Anybody with eyes could tell he was already hungry. Couldn't he properly eat if he wanted to? Wasn't he only torturing himself, putting her on his lap like this?! More importantly, she was also very uncomfortable in such a position!

However, he ignored her and even kept his arm tight around her. With that, he put the scallop canape in his mouth, then moved to other dishes and ate away how he would.

After a few failed struggles, Wyatt shot a wicked glance at her, leading her to stop her actions. She had seen that look three times before - it was too unforgettable. The first two times were when he carried her away, and the third? Just moments ago.

At that, she rolled her eyes and pouted upsettingly, knowing all too well what it meant. "You're clearly already famished, yet you're still eating so gracefully. Enough with the act. You're more pretentious than I am!"

Seemingly able to read her mind, he took a piece of fried calamari and said, "Either you eat, or you watch me eat, or feed me!"

Then, he brought a piece of broccoli to her mouth. He knew she cared about her shape, so he didn't dare to give her anything too greasy.

At that, she bit it, then leaned over to take a piece of paper napkin and roughly covered her clothes, seething with rage when she looked at her clothes and their posture. Even eating delicacies would be like chewing wax at this time.

"Wyatt, did you take me out just to torture me using a different method? What do you think I am, a napkin? You can't even stop when you're eating. Madman!"

After swallowing the broccoli, she wiped her perfectly clean hands and chucked the paper napkin aside, even deliberately rubbing her hands on his shirt.

"As if you're the only one with tailored clothing!" Her clothes were delicate as well, okay!?

Wyatt, however, smiled as he lightly pinched her waist. "A crafty rabbit has three burrows; what more a guileful little bunny like you. So shouldn't I put you on a leash?"

She'd probably try to run away when they go to the washroom later, wouldn't she?"

Waverly chewed on her lips at that, absolutely exasperated. She'd feel miserable too, being caught twice in a night, okay!?

The feeling was like trying to escape a maze only to learn that one had only been running around in circles.

She lowered her long lashes, blinking once before sneaking a couple of peeks at him, then mumbled in defeat, "I've already come out with you..."

words, she wouldn't

him before negotiating, "Can you at least let me sit on the chair and hug the plushie while I wait for you to

pet peeves anyway. Doing so was anyhow better than their current situation - he couldn't eat properly, and she was stuck

his left, indicating for her to

pulled the chair over-the bouquet had been placed on an empty spot on the table. The plushie, on the other hand, was left on the side of the chair. As the floor was carpeted, and the plushie was wrapped in a bag, dirtying it wasn't a concern. Fearful that Wyatt would come up with another stunt, she didn't dare move

two ate a little something. Actually, in a more accurate sense, Wyatt ate while Waverly stabbed her food. However, he would still feed her every now and then. Unless it were something she absolutely hated and requested a different one, the certain someone wouldn't allow her to

paid attention, she'd realize Wyatt had only fed her a spoonful from each dish. He

wasn't hungry. "Johnson, are

her lips at that, on the verge of lashing out. This man wasn't just mad; he was absolutely

the hospital and

put her hand down, a larger piece of steak was brought to her

gnashed her teeth in response. wishing she could skin

you take a small

order came again. It wasn't that she couldn't swallow any more down, but just that she didn't

win the fight, she tool

it

bite, even deliberately chomping a few

"Happy now?"

must be hooked on

as she mused, a deep voice traveled to her ears. "Doesn't feel nice to be stuffed, does

feel nice

Wyatt still knew what he was doing. Every spoonful he fed her was very little, and he didn't give her much meat

him

the resentful meal, the two left the restaurant as to how they entered - Wyatt carrying the giant plushie in one hand and holding Waverly's

getting in the car,

off as

plus, she had

è

earlier. She had

her home, but when she woke up, she