Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 372

Frederick narrowed his eyes, and his tone became a little colder as he asked, "Why? Do you care about him?"

Alicia suddenly realized that she made a mistake when his chauvinistic attitude appeared. She turned around, walked to his side and hugged him. Then, she gently stroked his chest..

"Of course not! If it was because of me, then I wouldn't want you to have anything to do with it! I don't want you to get hurt because of me! If you did not do it because of me, then I will turn a blind eye to it. It doesn't matter!" She said.

After all, they were acquaintances, even if it was Lindsay. However, when she thought of how her family fell, she actually felt quite emotional. This feeling was different from watching the news!

Frederick stroked her hair affectionately and placed an arm around her waist as they walked together while he pushed the cart. He said, "I know what I'm doing! I won't cause trouble for nothing! Now, I'm not alone anymore!"

He had her. He had someone, and some things he was afraid of losing!

As their eyes met, the two of them could not help but kiss.

"Let's not buy too much. We have servants at home and they regularly buy groceries for the house!"

"Alright then! Let's head over to the meat section. My mother likes to make meatballs. By the way, have you read today's news? I really did not expect the Crouch family to be this complicated... I feel that it's unfortunate yet satisfied to see Lindsay in this position! I'm fortunate to have seen her true colors before she could do anything to me! Thankfully she did not pull me down! Honey, I'm so blessed to have met you in my life!"

As they walked, Alicia rambled on about the Crouch family. Frederick listened to her rambling and gave her a faint smile.

They exited the supermarket with bags of groceries as they made their way home. They brought a few supplements before making their way over to the Lavender Garden.

There were a few dishes already on the table when they arrived at the house. Mrs. Blanchard specially made some buns.

"Frederick, these are all home-cooked. I'm not sure whether it suits your taste but please, help yourselves. Ally has been complaining about wanting to eat buns, so I made some for her! If there's anything you feel like eating, be sure to let me know beforehand so that I can prepare it for you!"

"Thank you, Mom! This is good enough!"

"Regarding your dad, the doctor suggested that he should lie down more instead of sitting up. He is afraid that it will affect his nervous system. Therefore, he isn't allowed to come downstairs! Why don't you guys go ahead and get started? I'm going to bring up some food for him! He has recently been eating a lot of buns. It's more convenient for him to eat while lying down!"

Mrs. Blanchard placed a couple of buns and some other food on a plate and made her way upstairs. Alicia scooped a generous serving of food as well as a piece of crab, and put it on Frederick's plate,

"Honey, you don't have to be so courteous. Just treat this as your own home! I want to eat some crab. Can I have the legs?"

Alicia asked coquettishly. Frederick smiled as he picked up the crab and said, "And here I thought the entire crab was for me! Don't be too greedy!"

"Hehe."

When Mrs. Blanchard came back, she saw Frederick deshelling the crab legs as well as removing the crab roe for Alicia. She immediately froze in her spot as tears started pooling in her eyes. She turned back and said a few words to Martin before finally leaving the room.

During dinner, Alicia kept on putting food on her mother's plate. The two of them kept talking about Lindsay. It was a warm and homely feeling. Frederick, who was sitting beside Alicia, watched and could feel the happiness in the atmosphere.

After dinner, Mrs. Blanchard found an excuse to pull Alicia aside and said,

"Ally, even though you are married, you must not be haughty because Frederick dotes on you. It's not easy to find such a good man! It would be best if you came over more often after work to have some soup. You have to take good care of yourself. You should think of having a baby soon..."

Alicia had had enough of her mother's nagging by the time they left the house. In the car, she was still a little discouraged.

"What's wrong? Did your mom scold you?"

She shook her head and said bitterly, "Mom blames you for spoiling me too much! As expected, my mother loves you more than she loves me! Frederick, I'm about to fall out of favor soon!"

In the Soaver International office, Frederick guessed that they would announce bankruptcy in less than a month by what they were currently doing. After he closed the webpage, his secretary, Doris, came in with another painting.

"Mr. Clements, you have another package... It's exactly like the last one!"

This time, as Doris looked at the package, she could not help but wonder, "Since when did Mr. Clements have an interest in paintings? Or someone must have gotten his interest wrong but kept on sending it anyway?"

However, wasn't this a little too frequent?

In an instant, he felt the same way as he said, "Just put it down!"

He beckoned his hand and signalled Doris to go out. As soon as she left, he tore the package open. Sure enough, just like before, it was a portrait of him. This time, it was a light blue background. His upper body was half-naked, and his bronze skin seemed to be glistening with sweat under the sun.

He had to admit; her artistic skills were brilliant.

However, when Frederick's eyes fell on the painting, he was not very happy. Instead, he felt inexplicably heavy-hearted as he thought to himself, "What on earth is she trying to do?"

Was she planning to send him sketches too?

Frederick suddenly remembered something. He realized that Alicia usually spent a long time drawing when she returned home from work. Now, the drawing was neither fish nor fowl. She informed him that she needed to color it now. He assumed that it would take a long time to finish. How was she able to finish the drawing in one day when her drawing skills were mediocre? Even the frame was so exquisite?

At such a fast speed, was she risky enough to imitate someone else's work? Why couldn't she draw a vase, table or chair? Wouldn't they make good drawings too?

Was there something fishy about her paintings?