Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 633

That night, they walked for a long time and sat in a cafe for a while before they parted in the end.

Along the way, Victoria's emotions were complex, and her heart heavy.

When she went upstairs, she felt exhausted as if she had gone through a great battle. She walked out of the elevator dejectedly. She couldn't help sighing and taking a long breath. She rummaged through her bag as usual for the key as she walked. Her mind had already wandered thousands of miles away.

She was swinging the keys, and as soon as she stood still, a pair of glittering black leather shoes came into her sight all of a sudden. Her sight went along the suit pants and the relaxed posture as she looked up. Amidst the smoke, she saw a gloomy and dark face in front of her. She leaned to one side and stepped back instinctively with her heart pounding wildly.

"You?"

Trevor? Why was he there?

She swallowed her saliva subconsciously. She took out her phone from her bag and clicked on two unread messages from Anthony asking if she had arrived home. He asked her to give him a reply once she reached home!

In disbelief, she returned to the main page and scrolled through it over again. No missed calls, no messages? Then why didn't he say anything before coming over?

She didn't know if she was afraid or guilty, but she panicked at that moment.

She had never seen that version of him before. It was unusual. There was a cigarette in his hand and cigarette butts beside his feet. He was not like his usual self. With her eyebrows slightly lifted, Victoria was really not used to that.

"What's wrong with you? Did... something happen?"

She subconsciously held her breath as she opened her mouth to speak timidly. The way he was, rather than confusing, he was more frightening!

Her sudden words stopped Trevor from saying what he wanted to say.

Narrowing his eyes, he inspected her up and down.

Not knowing what was going on, she also lowered her head, but what she saw was even more cigarette butts on the ground that he had crushed. Turning around, she leaned to the side and opened the door, "Ahem, ahem..."

He leaned against the doorframe. The thick smoke was somewhat suffocating, and she subconsciously waved her hand. Almost at the same time, Trevor moved the cigarette butt away, threw it on the floor, and put it out.

He wasn't much of a smoker, but tonight, he was so annoyed that he couldn't feel rest assured at all.

While he was still absent- minded, Victoria had taken out a broom and cleaned up the garbage he had made in front of the door, preparing a pair of disposable slippers for him at the entrance of the door.

Just like in his memory, she had mysophobia!

Unexpectedly, she didn't close the door, nor did she drive him away.

Since it was disposable slippers, it meant that there should be no male necessities in her house! With the sudden realization, he felt a little better.

After a moment of silence, he changed his shoes and walked in, sitting down on the sofa and rubbing his swollen forehead.

Thinking that something wrong had happened to him, Victoria was considerate to pour him a cup of hot water. As soon as she approached him, she smelled the strong smell of alcohol from him.

When she saw that he was pulling his tie, she could not help but be more sure.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want a glass of warm milk to reduce the effects of the alcohol?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and the heat from the cup of hot water flowed like a current straight to his heart.

Suddenly, Trevor's heart trembled for no reason, and his gaze was dull when he looked at the cup in his hand.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

The little hand waved in front of his eyes. Seeing that his cheeks were carrying a faint reddish glow, she subconsciously reached out to feel his forehead. She then reached out to touch her own, muttering.