Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 144

That night, Frederick slept at East Bannpool.

As for Alicia, she couldn't fall asleep even after she got home. Previously, she had hoped that he wouldn't come back. However, that night, she had been tossing and turning until it was past midnight.

Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around her knees and stayed that way for a moment. Then, Alicia scratched her head in annoyance.

"Why is this so complicated? Why am I still reluctant to give up? Alicia, where is your pride? Do you want to share a man with other women?" She scolded herself.

No!

In the past, she couldn't accept it. At present, it was the same as well!

Love was like the five-million-dollars evening gown. It was just a luxury. One could still survive without it.

With thoughts flying in her mind, Alicia couldn't help bursting into tears. Why were all the men she met the same? Was she that unfortunate?

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Suddenly, Alicia realized that she was crying for a man once again.

After wiping away her tears, she looked up and mourned silently for a few seconds. When she heard the ticking sound of the clock, she was shocked instantly.

It was almost one o'clock?

She laid down with a thud, turned off the light, and blinked her eyes a few times. She waited until the last teardrop disappeared silently beside the pillow.

She wanted to sleep! She wanted to rest! She needed to rest! She couldn't fall sick! She shouldn't feel devastated nor cry, especially for love and men!

She had to earn money and live well. She didn't need love. She could go without any man. Her mother needed her and her father was still waiting for her...

She kept comforting herself and repeated the words in her heart over and over again. Slowly, her eyes shut.

The next day, she habitually went home to visit her mother. She accompanied her to the hospital and stayed at her shop for the whole day.

In the evening, she bought some takeout for her dinner as there were still customers in the shop. She then hurried back to work with the thought that after this day, half of the 30,000 dollars that she needed would be paid to her. Out of the blue, she felt proud with confidence.

At the traffic light, her phone suddenly rang. She took a glance; it turned out to be Dylan. Her heart subconsciously skipped a beat.

Could it be that the shoot did not make the cut?

She answered the call with a sense of responsibility, "Master Dylan? Are the shots not good enough?" "No, no! Miss Blanchard, you are being way too polite. Just call me Dylan! The reason why I am calling you is because of another matter."

"Huh?" She was confused. What did he want to talk about? Was there any other matter?

As soon as she had doubts, Dylan conveyed a piece of good news.