Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 1423

He came all the way here to free himself from her, didn't he?

Suddenly, Wyatt realized how she had intruded his mind from time to time, and no matter what he did, he couldn't remove her from it, not completely!

With the fork and knife in hand, he cut the steak angrily. He slammed the silverware into the steak so forcefully one could even hear the sound of porcelain rubbing against each other.

"The steak's pretty good. Would you like to try it?"

He cut out a small piece of steak and handed it over to her. Raynee narrowed her eyes as she noticed his oddity. She picked up the steak with her fork and played with it for a while. Even though it was a small piece of steak, she only nibbled a little of it before putting it back down. Perhaps she didn't even take a bite, perhaps she merely licked its surface for the taste.

"Yeah, it's not bad! However...you know, I don't like meat!"

To be more accurate, she had a very strict diet, so every time they ate out together, it was basically just Wyatt eating. She'd either drink some water, or just watch him eat. Every once in a while she'd order a salad too.

People said that women could only choose between food and beauty, and indeed she was beautiful. She was elegant and delicate. She was so pretty it was as though she was a painting. Right there and then, even though she was just sitting there, doing nothing, she was still eye-catching.

However, to be frank, her presence chased away his appetite!

Back in the day, he would occasionally feel that way too, but it was subtle. Back then, Wyatt would just bear with it, and perhaps he had grown used to it. However, the sense of disgust was exceptionally strong that day. Something was very wrong!

The strange and uncomfortable feeling stirred his insides. It threatened to escape, and even though Wyatt tried desperately to pin it down, he knew he couldn't do so for much longer.

Wyatt didn't answer. He cut out another piece of steak and slipped it into his mouth. His gaze fell and landed on the moving fork in his hand. A silver light flashed as the charming yet deadly woman's voice resonated in his mind.

"...I'll pierce your heart with this, Wyatt, with a steel fork! It's sharp and unbreakable-a steel fork!"

His fingers slid up and down the fork as he unconsciously muttered, "A steel fork?"

The ravishing memories of her flooded his mind. His soul seemed to be lost from his body as his eyes lost focus.

Raynee glared at him in confusion. "Uh, yeah! It's a steel fork," she didn't know what else to say, "Why?"

His soul seemed to return for a moment as he replied, "Nothing!" He may have also done it involuntarily though.

Subsequently, he put down the fork, but his gaze was glued to the silverware.

He picked up a napkin and cleaned his lips. A familiar scent seemed to have invaded his nostrils as another alluring scene bombarded his mind. Wyatt's body went rigid again and he froze on the spot.

Sitting opposite of him, Raynee played with her salad as she spoke.

"Wyatt, we haven't eaten together for a long time, huh? I really miss the old days when we could meet every day...actually, I miss home, too. I sorta want to go back to Casterwich City!"

"Wyatt, you know, aside from you, dance is what I love most! Even though I've won a lot of awards and performed on many good stages, I've never stepped onto a great stage before. It's not because I'm not good enough, but it's the stupid accidents and coincidences. Like last time, a dancer on our team played dirty to replace my position. I always thought I was the problem, but turns out I'm not. What should I do from now on?" "There was another time when my dance partner injured his leg during practice, so I wasn't able to join the Black Pool Dance Festival, but who could I blame? Our teacher kept telling us that our partners aren’t just part of the dance, but they're part of us too. Although I could get myself a last- minute partner, the rapport between us wouldn't be enough-"

"Regardless, I'm ready for next year's Black Pool Festival! I've already signed up for it too! We've passed the preliminary rounds with flying colors, so I'm pretty confident this time! The British Black Pool Dance Festival is a sacred event. If I could step on its stage, I'd be famous. Do you know how difficult it is to represent your country at these kinds of festivals? You know, none of our country's people performed at the festival until a few years ago! If I could perform on that stage too, and even better, if I could win back a prize, then my retirement would be flawless!”

"Wyatt, this is the last time. It doesn't matter if I succeed or fail, just give me six months. After the festival, I'll go back to Casterwich City, then let's get married, okay? "

To be frank, Raynee didn't want to get married and start a family so early. She felt like she could achieve more in her career, and if she gets married, she'd be more or less restricted from achieving true excellence-

even as she spoke, a trace of doubt could be detected in Raynee's voice. She thought he would be overjoyed, or at least, pleased, but he didn't react at all.

She raised her gaze and realized Wyatt had been daydreaming this whole time. His fingers were next to his lips. He seemed to be thinking about something, or reminiscing about something. Something was off about the man.

"Wyatt?"

Something seemed to stab Wyatt as he jumped and came back to his senses. "What?"

She was ignored once again. Raynee was furious as she bashed the fork on the table.

"I've been talking to you forever! What the h*ll are you thinking about? Were you even listening? Do you know how hard it is for me to take a leave to be here with you? And you're daydreaming?"

Raynee got up and left out of frustration.