Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 1465

Her faint gaze swept him from head to toe before Waverly shook her head.

"Who was the one that invented fashionable dresses for banquets? Look at the women’s dress. The thin clothing, the accessories, and the bare exposed arms, legs, and backs. Look at what nice clothes you' re wearing! Thin suits during the summer, thick suits during the winter. Underneath the clothes, you can also wear up to three or four layers of thermal wear and pants! Just how biased the designers are!"

It happened that the man’s body was as warm as a stove. He had never been afraid of the cold, while she was covered in goosebumps.

Was that all her thoughts running wild underneath the aggrieved little eyes?

"Ha ha. Are you wrapping a plastic wrap around yourself? Wearing up to three or four layers of thermal wear?"

Noticing her slightly shivering, Wyatt went up and pushed her to one side. Helping her block the wind, he raised his hand to warm her fair arm at the same time.

"You idiot! No one tied you up!"

Since she felt uncomfortable facing the wind, couldn't she move to another seat?

In reality, Waverly had thought of switching seats, but she had failed to make a move. To be honest, Wyatt's tiny gesture pleased her. Feeling the chill on her fingertips holding her wine glass, she set it aside and rubbed her hands together before selecting an unimpressive spot to shove them into the pockets of his open suit. As she secretly absorbed the warmth, the corners of her lips curled, yet she foolishly assumed Wyatt not to notice and deliberately diverted his attention by saying.

"It's lively. There's a wishing tree over there, decorated with flashing ornaments and small gifts. It's probably meant for kids since it's so childish. Besides, Christmas is over! How uncreative!"

"Ah, the platform is so well decorated. Is there any ongoing activity? There are so many veils..."

Talking nonstop, her curious gaze swept across her surroundings. After her hands felt warm, she could feel her body warming. As soon as Waverly withdrew her eyes, she saw Wyatt fixing his gleaming eyes on her as if he understood it all. Feeling guilty, Waverly withdrew her hands, only then to realize that her actions were somewhat overboard. Without realizing it, a faint red glow crept up her cheeks.

Back during the winter when she was a child, she loved to stick her hands into her brother's pocket or under his armpit to warm them. Although her brother would often roll his eyes at her, she would feign ignorance and pretend not to see anything.

When she had gotten into a relationship, the most popular thing couples would do during winter was to hold hands and share a pair of gloves. She had once fantasized about Franklin holding her small hand and wrapping it in a thick man's leather glove as the two of them strolled in the snow. Unfortunately, it was nothing more than a thought. She dared not mention it to him, for fear of him reprimanding the childish her. After all, such a scene seemed to only exist between young boys and girls getting into a relationship on campus!

It was why up till right then, the scene remained in her mind! That was all!

Right then, Wyatt's gaze focused on her sent her heart palpitating. She felt so embarrassed that she had been seen through. Her heart pounded as though it had gotten on a dear that ran wild...

Her reaction proved Wyatt's conclusion toward her, which was her being foolish and would only focus on the outlook.

Which was why as he stared at her right that moment, apart from being instinctively attracted and pleased, a strange thought came to Wyatt's mind for the first time.

Why did he always feel as though she was simple and innocent in relationships? Hadn't she, however, get married to more than one husband? One of which was who she had deeply fallen in love with. How was that possible?

At the thought of how she used to be with more than one man with countless others coveting her, Wyatt instantly felt uncomfortable all over!

Before he could respond, a waiter came over.

"Mr. Johnson, we couldn't find the white fur shawl you asked for in our store. This down jacket is the best white model we can offer!"

"All right. Thank you!”

Wyatt reached out and took it over before draping it around Waverly's shoulders. It was not realistic to wear a coat to social engagement parties, but shawls were seen everywhere.

It was when they had first entered the hall that he had accidentally caught a glimpse of a woman in the hall wearing one, so he ordered the attendant to send one over. The waiter was professional in providing services by cutting the price tag off for her while lifting the tray.

A soft warmth poured into her body. Waverly felt comfortable all over sensing the shawl glide from her shoulders around from the back to the front. A lazy breeze, not only did warm her up, but it also turned her all the more delicate like that of the accessory of an ancient imperial concubine. Elbow-length, it was not only comfortable but was equally warm, a right match to her clothes. After all, it was not an important business party, so Waverly was not as afraid. Her heart seemed to be struck once more. The moment she raised her gaze, she gave Wyatt a bright and enchanting smile.

"When did you get it? Why don't I know anything?! Thank you!"

She was no different from a snake and was afraid of the cold. In winter, she wanted nothing more than to hibernate in bed, especially when that year's winter turned out to be exceptionally chilly.