Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Frederick narrowed his eyes, and his tone beca 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 sthings 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 hand 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 pulldown! 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 sbuns.

"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 sfor her! If there's anything you feel like eating, be sure to letknow 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 cdownstairs! Why don't you guys go ahead and get started? I'm going to bring up sfood 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 sother 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 scrab. 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 cback, 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 cover more often after work to have ssoup. 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 tthey 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 spoilingtoo much! As expected, my mother loves you more than she loves me! Frederick, I'm about to fall out of favor soon!" He laughed and stopped the car. He turned around and touched the back of her head as he said, "It doesn't matter. I will still love you!" As soon as they arrived home, he immediately made his way into the bathroom to take a shower. Alicia sat on the couch, holding her chin as she was deep in thought. Clearly, she was the one who was exploited every night. Why did her mother think that she was the one who was taking advantage of him? "Men are hungry. Even though they already have a woman back home, they would still have affairs, especially such an outstanding man! You have to keep a close eye on Frederick! I know there are a lot of beautiful young women out there pining for him. You must watch him at all cost..." Suddenly, she thought of Danica's painting again. She had no idea if he figured anything out.

Painting? Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she sat up straight. How could she forget that she majored in art? Although she was not as skillful as a professional painter, she still had sskills! How hard could sketching be? When Frederick emerged from the bathroom, he saw Alicia nestled on the couch with a drawing board on her lap. She looked like she was drawing something.

"It's getting late and you're not asleep. What are you busy drawing there?" As soon as he leaned over to see what was on her drawing board, he saw the outline of a human figure on the white paper.

"Frederick, I must not let her outshine me. I want to draw a portrait of you. I can sketch! You can look at it when I'm done!" After Alicia was done, she tucked the book into her office drawer and went to take a shower.

For a long time, he could not recover from the shock. He had goosebumps all over his body. He thought, "Who did I offend this time? Why was she painting a portrait of me? Why does it feel like I'm a collector of my own portraits?" The news about the Crouch family was constantly appearing. It had been headline news and the talk of the town for the past few days.

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, cin 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 did0 m Glements have an interest in e 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 sway 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 was a portrait of him. This time, it 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 e 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 tdrawing. when she returned.

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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 tto finish. How was she able to finish the drawing in one day when her drawing skills were mediocre? Even the frwas 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? X