Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)
Chapter 1248

In Willy's eyes, her actions at this time were of a spoiled child, childish and funny.

However, after losing again and again, Lauren could only feel anger rising in her. "Humph!"

Of course, Willy would treat women like this, he really never failed to surprise her. Just as she was thinking about what to do at the moment, a confused voice was heard.

"What does 'big pig trotter' mean? Do you like to eat pig trotters very much?" That should be what she meant! Willy thought.

Looking up, Willy glanced at her and asked, "What kind of nickname is this?"

This time, it was Lauren who burst into laughter. "Haha!"

The atmosphere began to ease in an instant. They looked at each other and a smile showed up in Willy's eyes. "Tevye, let's stop all this, okay? I'll go take a shower first, and you should calm yourself down. I won't do anything to you..."

As he spoke, he thought of something. Willy even gave her a large, absorbent towel. He was afraid that if she spoke again, he would not be able to refuse. Before she could say anything, he had already quickly lifted his feet and entered the bathroom. As the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, Lauren felt even more annoyed. Smelling the stench on herself, she could only grit her teeth and said,

"You're the pig's trotter! I'm talking about you!"

She was very angry, so she grabbed the quilt and sheets. Lauren also used it to wipe her face. She didn't want to be angry, so she opened the drawer of the bedside table again to see if there was anything that could be broken!

She took the gold watch and the crystal ornaments and put them back reluctantly.

She pulled on the last drawer, but it would not budge even though she tried several times. "Huh? Is it locked?"

What kind of treasure was it that it needed to be locked?

Suddenly, she remembered she seemed to have seen the key somewhere. She opened the two top drawers again and rummaged through them. As expected, she found a bunch of small keys in a small box. "Let's see what secret you're hiding!"

Before opening it, Lauren glanced at the direction of the bathroom. When she opened the drawer, a navy blue knit sweater in a transparent bag suddenly came into sight. The expression on her face was like a broken mirror, which was shattered into pieces in an instant. The sweater she had made for him?

Past events flooded into her mind like the rough seas. The first thing that emerged in Lauren's mind were countless days and nights she spent on the Internet learning to knit. Every day, she would experiment, recalculating over and over again while she secretly measured his size. As long as she made a single mistake, she would undo the whole thing and start again. Out of fear that he would not be wearing it, she specifically knitted a simple men's sweater. The color of the vest was almost as dark as black, but it was not black, and it was also the most expensive color. The needles and thread accompanied her throughout her whole pregnancy!

Originally, she rushed to make it in advance to gift it as a birthday present for him, so she added a set of birthday numbers to the design. On the one hand, it was to show her sincerity, on the other hand, it was to make this sweater unique.

But at this very moment, when she saw the sweater sealed and locked away, her heart began to bleed.

He was a man who would do anything to achieve his goal!

There were not many beautiful things in her life, so she had been used to being mistreated since she was a child. In many things, to put it nicely, she had no desire. She would not pin her hope on others if she could achieve something herself. In prison, he was like a holy light that illuminated her, although he also used a very dirty method that made her unable to agree... In the end, she also did not know why she actually began to pay more attention to him.

Even if he said that he didn't love her, even if he drove her away in front of her, she would not hate him so much!

Holding the sweater, Lauren closed her eyes.

This rascal was a person without a

bottom line! He still bullied her when he needed her. When he had no use for her, he made a bet on her to make money. He let her be pregnant with his baby, and took away her last shred of dignity. If she was still with him at this moment and the baby was born, would he have no reason to sell her?

At that time, what made her so stupid as to do such a stupid thing?

Although the sweater may not be as good as the ones he could buy, it was a product of her painstaking efforts. She used to be so careful, but now, how regretful she was!

Lauren loosened her and tightened

her grip again and again. When she was ready to put it back, she opened drawer and took out a

the middlers from under several

pair of

books. Then she cut out the birthday numbers on the sweater hatefully.

"You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"

As soon as Willy came out and saw this, he didn't pay much attention to it. When his eyes fell, he practically sprinted over and took away the towel in her hand with a livid expression. "What are you doing? Who let you touch my sweater?"

Looking up, Lauren was also in a bad mood. "I cut a torn sweater. So what?"

"You...?"

The fire was lit. Willy raised his hand suddenly, but changed it into a fist at the moment of falling and stopped in the air. His eyes also fell on her face.

For the first time, Willy looked at her with eyes full of anger; unspeakable anger!

Seeing the blue veins on his hand bulging, Lauren could feel the emotions he suppressed. It seemed that he was ready to break out at any time. Raising her head, she still did not show weakness. "You want to hit me? Hit me then! It's just a sweater, isn't it? I'll buy you ten more!"

Every word was like rubbing salt in Willy's wounds. His eyes were red, his teeth were gritting and his lips were trembling. However, Willy did not say a word.

Then, he undid the lock on the bed. "Leave!"

Getting up, Lauren rubbed her wrists. It would be a lie if she said she was not confused. She rubbed them gently and deliberately resisted him. "If you let me go, I will!"

The next second, an obviously sorrowful voice yelled, "Get out!"

Subconsciously, she shivered. Realizing that she had already stepped on his bottom line, Lauren did not dare to act rashly. She picked up her bag, took her mobile phone and shoes, and walked toward the door. Lazily sitting on the bed, holding the cut up sweater that had thread hanging from it, a heavy teardrop fell down his cheek. Lauren turned around at the door and saw this sad scene.

His sorrow was unconcealable. Her dispirited figure was in the messy room, and in the dark night, he looked even sadder. She stopped walking and was deeply shocked by this indescribable scene. He was... crying?

Was a sweater really worth getting so upset about?

She did not know why, but all of a sudden, Lauren also seemed to be out of breath and felt very uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and felt a little regret in her heart. She wanted to say "I'm sorry", but when the words came to her lips, she could not say it out loud. She hesitated at the door before she lifted her feet and left.