Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 1615

Waverly was lost in thought for a while. Just as she was about to read one of the books, she was faced with a bare- chested man. Subconsciously, she smiled.

Did he shower so quickly out of fear that she might hurt herself?

Wyatt dried his hair as he went to get his phone. Waverly's eyes followed him closely, watching him pacing around the bed and glancing at her from time to time.

As their eyes met, Wyatt bent over and caressed her silky hair, thinking that she was looking at the bag again. When he sat down, Wyatt pinched her cheeks and coughed uneasily.

"About that... I didn't give you anyone's leftovers. I kept it aside for you. There's only one with this color, and I thought you would like it. You're the only one I care about, so I thought I should buy you a copy of anything, whether or not you like it."

When he realized it, he had already bought it.

"I won't do this again in the future. I'll buy two and give you both.”

Wyatt was confused. Did she really have to make a big fuss out of this?

He never expected Raynee to put thoughts in her head. In fact, Waverly didn't care about the bag, but rather the thoughts behind his actions. When she was staring at the bag, she was contemplating their relationship.

Undoubtedly, his words pleased her. When he gave her this bag, it was when their relationship was ambiguous.

As he caressed her hair, Wyatt's eyes fell on the red mark on her collar. Unconsciously, he touched it.

"What are you doing?"

Waverly crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him. Was this man already trying to get in her pants right after appeasing her?

"Did you touch your wound? Let me check!"

As he spoke, Wyatt reached out for the ointment from the table. "I'll help you apply some medicine."

With that, Waverly's face instantly turned red. "No! There's no need-"

Was he kidding? That psycho was so rough that her entire body was covered in wounds. Even she couldn't bear to look at them. She already felt embarrassed enough when the female doctor cleaned her body, so how could she allow him to see it, let alone touch it?

Wyatt realized something as he patted her head.

Then he said in a gentle tone, "How about this? I'll close the door and windows. I'll just look at the wounds to check for any infection, and I won't touch it."

As he spoke, Wyatt had already gone to close the doors and windows and pulled the curtains. He was afraid that even the smallest gap would make her insecure. However, he did not know that the more he acted like this, the more nervous Waverly became.

A strange atmosphere had been created in the room.

Her eyes widened and she held her chest, feeling her pounding heart.

Wyatt obviously didn't know what she was thinking. He went back to the bed and persisted. Finally, they came to a compromise. Waverly quickly lifted her clothes so he could have a look, but that was all. She felt so ashamed that her face turned red and her body heated up.

Just as she put down her clothes and pressed them down tightly, Wyatt suddenly asked, "What is that?"

Following the direction of his finger, Waverly lowered her head and caught a bright red mark on one side of her clothes. At this moment, she was also stunned.

What was that?

She did not touch her wound just now, and it was not painful. How could there be blood?

This time, she didn't even get to argue. With a serious face, Wyatt had already unbuttoned her clothes to check it out.

It turned out that there was a small pimple next to the scab. She probably scratched it, causing it to bleed and stain her pajamas.

After wiping her wound with a cotton ball and carefully examining it, Wyatt came back to his senses. His gaze landed on the scars on her pale skin. Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand, but only to realize the view in front of his eyes. In an instant, Wyatt's breathing quickened.

Waverly bit her lips in embarrassment and anger.

By the time she noticed the look in his eyes, she was already in his embrace. His hot breath moved to her lips as he said, "Waverly, I want you!"

His voice was hoarse and magnetic, evident with his desire.

Not only did Waverly hear it, but she also felt it. Her heart was racing, as if it was going to burst out of her heart.