Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

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..."

In other words, she wouldn't run away!

Then, she took another peek at him before negotiating, "Can you at least let me sit on the chair and hug the plushie while I wait for you to finish eating?"

She thought she should take a step back if she could. She was just a mere woman, and she didn't have so many pet peeves anyway. Doing so was anyhow better than their current situation - he couldn't eat properly, and she was stuck in an uncomfortable position.

Wyatt nodded and shot a glance to his left, indicating for her to move the other chair to his left.

Getting him in an instant, she got up and obediently 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 around.

He handed her a set of cutleries, and the 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 refuse, not even with the excuse of being full.

Actually, if Waverly paid attention, she'd realize Wyatt had only fed her a spoonful from each dish. He wouldn't give her whatever she had already eaten.

Hence, she flipped, being force-fed when she wasn't hungry. "Johnson, are you trying to rupture my belly?"

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

"If it does, I'll take you to the hospital and sew it up! Last one, take a bite!"

Oh, how she wanted to flip the table! Livid, she shoved his hand away, but before she could even put her hand down, a larger piece of steak was brought to her mouth; along with it, a warning glare.

Waverly gnashed her teeth in response. wishing she could skin him alive.

"Eat it even if you take a small bite!"

His reiterating order came again. It wasn't that she couldn't swallow any more down, but just that she didn't think she should eat so much at night. However, knowing she

couldn't win the fight, she tool net

it

from him and took a massive bite, even deliberately chomping a few times at him.

"Happy now?"

"This psycho must be hooked on abusing people!"

Right as she mused, a deep voice traveled to her ears. "Doesn't feel nice to be stuffed, does it? Let's see if you dare eat out with strangers again!"

It didn't feel nice to starve, and it surely wouldn't feel nice to be stuffed either! So she had to suffer along with him!

That being said, Wyatt still knew what he was doing. Every spoonful he fed her was very little, and he didn't give her much meat either. Most of them were easy to digest!

Struck with the epiphany, Waverly cursed him in her mind repeatedly again. "Madman!"

After 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 hand with the other while she hugged the bouquet in her arms.

After getting in the car, Waverly

began nodding off as the car was

toasty; plus, she had a little too

è

much earlier. She had thought Wyatt

was going to send her home, but when she woke up, she realized they were on an unfamiliar road.

But by the time she came to herself, the car had entered a palatial mansion. This

place seemed familiar-Wyatt's home!

She jolted awake nearly instantly, her eyes wide, flabbergasted. "Shoot, how did I

end up letting him take me here!?" she thought.

It wasn't her first time here. The last

first

time she came, she had come to intercede for Franklin. She had even spent a lot of effort before finally finding his specific address. After that she waited for days before finally seeing him.

It rained that day, and he had forcibly kissed her as well...

The memory was still vivid in her mind until this day!

That time, she looked at the gates and wished she could go in, but this time it was

the complete opposite. She didn't want to go in at all, but she was already in!

What the heck?!

Waverly was still in shock when Wyatt opened her side of the car door, eyes wide with incredulity, clearly saying, 'I don't want to get out of the car!'

In the end, Wyatt had to unfasten her seatbelt and pull her out.noveldrama

The butler also evidently got stumped when he saw Waverly, pausing a couple of seconds before saying, "Mr. Wyatt..."

Wyatt nodded in response, holding Waverly in one hand while carrying the bouquet and plushie in the other. "Mr. Johnson... Please, drive the car to the garage!"

In other words, he wouldn't need it for the rest of the night!

At the same time, it also meant that this woman wouldn't be leaving that night

either!