Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 1612

B*stard!

It was all because of this b*stard that she got into trouble with this man. Though she got away once, she fell into his clutches again!

Staring at Wyatt, a trace of hatred flashed across Waverly's eyes. Before she could speak, a gentle voice was heard.

"Can I help you up?"

She wasn't that old. Why would she need his help?

She was about to tell him off when she inadvertently met his gaze. In an instant, Waverly was stunned.

There was an obvious shift in her mood, but Wyatt attributed these to her PTSD. Her sudden petrified reaction made his heart ache even more.

"I won't hurt you. You're clearly uncomfortable. Let me help you sit up..." He reached out to test the waters. Seeing that she did not overreact, Wyatt grabbed hold of her shoulders and slowly helped her sit up against the head of the bed. He placed two pillows behind her before he grabbed another one from the other side of the bed, as if he was afraid that it would not be soft enough. Wyatt was very careful with every movement he made. Other than pulling at the blanket that had slid down, Waverly's eyes followed him closely like a shadow.

In fact, Waverly's reaction was towards the feeling of emptiness and discomfort under her clothes, but Wyatt misinterpreted it as PTSD.

After he helped her sit up, his eyes fell on the glaring bruises on her wrists. Wyatt subconsciously clenched his fist, but instead of approaching her, he sat down at the end of the bed.

"Are you hungry? Shall I get you something to eat?"

Waverly looked at him, slightly confused. What's wrong with him? Why was he walking on eggshells around her?

Waverly nodded. Indeed, she was a little hungry.

Instantly, Wyatt's face lit up with joy. He got up and walked towards the door. "I'll be right back."

Soon, Wyatt came back with buns and a bowl of porridge he had asked to be prepared the night before. When he entered, Wyatt saw her staring blankly.

"Waverly, the porridge is a little hot. Shall I feed it to you?"

She was looking at the bag on the table. After last night's impulse, Waverly wondered if she should return the bag to him.

Her returning the bag to him would signify that they were through!

She was obviously a little reluctant to return it, but her mind would not be at ease if she didn't. At this moment, she had already forgotten about the injury. It was as if she had been taken back to the previous day, before she met Raynee.