Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

In her memory, she would often buy a cup of milk tea whenever they were out. Although she would always complain that it was not nutritious, one could tell that it was her favorite drink. At the thought of her pleased and satisfied look when sipping the milk tea, Wyatt was a little excited for no reason.

"Something urgent came up, and I can't see you off. I have to leave now."

As soon as he typed the text, he received Raynee's message, "My friend is here to pick me up. I won't cause you more trouble!"

The two of them thought about the same thing. With a chuckle, Wyatt replied with a word, "Great!"

For the first time, the two of them were unprecedentedly calm when staring at their phones, and looking at texts from each other. For the first time, they shared the same thought. Getting along with each other in such a manner was great!

He knew that Waverly liked boba tea mostly as a result of the pearls in it but was not fond of the newly launched products found in some stores. He went to Waverly's favorite boba tea store and was surprised to find the thriving business. He got in line for more than ten minutes. Finally, Wyatt bought a cup of boba tea. He remembered that she had once mentioned the cup of boba tea was the most popular, with its pearls springy and soft!

As Raynee's matter got interrupted, he did not head to the agent factory. Instead, he bought some snacks for afternoon tea in the next shop with the cup of boba tea in hand. Wyatt then went straight home.

As expected, Waverly was near to springing down from the bed as soon as she caught a glimpse of the snacks. She opened the boxes one by one on the sofa and happily made her move.

"Wow! That's great!"

She grabbed a fried roll of meat and stuffed it into her mouth seconds before she took a sip of boba tea, along with a cheese shrimp ball appearing in her hand. It was fried food she usually feared. At that moment, she was satisfied with her eyes narrowed into a thin crescent.

Although he was pleased to see her happy look, Wyatt couldn't help but shake his head upon seeing her table manners. Was she going to be a piglet?

Wyatt took a piece of tissue and placed it in front of her. With a grin, he urged, "You're really like a child! Slow down. No one will take it from you!"

Why hadn't he found out that she was such a foodie of junk food?! "Yes, sir."

With a nod, she reached for a calamari ring. Right then, Waverly lifted it directly to his lips. "It's warm. It's delicious. Here's one for you!"

Suspiciously leaning back, Wyatt turned his head away and said, "I don't want to waste my whole afternoon's exercise. It's enough to have a pig at home."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and ruffled her messy hair. Judging from the look of her, she must have stayed at home all day and hadn't gone out! He hadn't depleted and taken advantage of her, but was she that tired?

Looking at her fair and tender face, which was slightly round that was as delicate as always without makeup on, Wyatt seemed to understand something while seeing her chugging down the boba tea and enjoying the delicious food.

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Franklin's appearance had probably given her quite a bit of pressure and influence!

"It's good to be a pig, which would either eat or sleep. You have a pig at home, so you're lucky. Be content, will you? Pigs are valuable!"

Waverly rolled her eyes at him as if to say, "I am proud of being a piglet."

She knew that the pile of food contained high calories. She was not a big fan, and when having a stick or two to satisfy her cravings, she might even grow sick of them. Although so, she did not feel so at the moment.

Instead, it was full of temptation. She tried every one of them and was not satisfied. After sipping the boba tea, she exclaimed how life was infinitely beautiful and amazing. In fact, life could indeed be simple. Sunshine, great food, and a lover were enough.

On that day, Waverly was in a good mood as a result of the cup of boba tea. Similarly, Wyatt was in high spirits after easing his relationship with Raynee. He stroked her little head, his eyes full of happy smiles.

"Haha, yes. I'm satisfied. I must be content! How can I not be content with a treasure at home?"

Waverly giggled.

Smiling, Waverly picked up a piece of french fries and glanced at him with her big sneaky eyes. All of a sudden, she reached out and pointed at him. "Speak! Did you do anything wrong today? Tell me the truth!"

"Uh?"

Wyatt's heart missed a beat. He figured that his actions of sending Raynee to the hospital shouldn't count! While he was in doubt, he saw her stuffing her french fries into her mouth, tapping on her head as she spoke out loud in confusion. "No! You must have had some special encounter or happy event. Have you met an old friend whom you haven't seen for years or won a lottery?"

If not, why did she sense him being in an obviously good mood after leaving the house? He even thought of buying her milk tea. He was so sophisticated. Since he did nothing wrong, was it an event to be happy about?

Indeed, he was in a bright mood, Wyatt was shocked by her words. He thought that she was getting mad!

A woman's intuition was indeed...

He was never allowed to do anything wrong then!

He rubbed her hair hard. Wyatt shook his head, saying.

"You can change your job and become a detective! I eased conflicts with an old friend of mine! Although we don't have much chance of coming into contact with each other..." Or perhaps none!

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After all, it was a happy event! After all, Raynee was a woman he had once loved. Subconsciously, Wyatt hoped that Raynee would lead a happy life. As for the specific and people, Wyatt avoided

details

mentioning them on puretails

If

Waverly probed into the details, he would probably not hide it, but he

would not take the initiative to go and provoke her.

"Can you stop the startle? You naughty little rascal. For those with a heart attack, you might frighten them to death!" Wyatt had almost broken out in a cold sweat.

"Ha ha ha..."

Waverly smiled tenderly but remained to glance at him. "If you don't do anything against your conscience, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door! I'm behaving naughtily in the open!"

Narrowing her eyes, Waverly cheekily stuck out her tongue. Wyatt was amused by her and shook his head helplessly. He stopped her from reaching out again.

"Do you want dinner?"

He wiped her hands with a wet wipe. Taking a sip of boba tea, joy brimmed in Waverly's eyes. Wyatt felt the same as he seriously cleaned up the scene.

He could have a good time staying by his beloved's side, even if they remained in silence.

Something occurred to him. After dinner, Wyatt pulled Waverly out of the house for a stroll and entered the study. He took out a paper towel-wrapped needle from his pocket and placed it in the briefcase. He then returned to his room after dealing with some official matters.

When she entered the door, it was past nine, and there was already a snoring sound from the bed.

Looking at the little fellow who was half-lying with his hand on his phone and a pillow in the other hand, Wyatt was rendered speechless. Had he not known, he would have thought that she had run out of the house by climbing the wall in the middle of the night. Why was she so tired?

It was clear that she didn't go out the door on that day and did nothing more than stay at home. Why was she so soundly asleep at such an early hour?

Tiptoeing forward, Wyatt gently

lifted her arm and removed her phone to place it on the bedside table before tugging her in. Seeing that she was sleeping well, he dared not touch her recklessly. Looking at her by the bed and staring at her for a long time, Wyatt couldn't help but feel confused.

What did he like about her? It seemed that there was nothing special about her!

For a long time, his mind pondered the sentence, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but lift into a silly grin. He didn't know how dumb he seemed when he stared at Waverly, his precious treasure!

After a long time, he remembered something and went to the bathroom with pajamas in his hand. His neck was sore.

The next day, before going to work, Wyatt first headed to Carson's hospital. After

a day of busy and stressful work, Wyatt went straight to Carson's office again. By

the time he saw the examination report, he was stunned.

"Delayed... strong hallucinogens?"

Was there indeed something wrong with the needle?

Had he accidentally been poked before proceeding to drive or do something else,

he could never have imagined the consequences. Did the person want his life or anything else?

In an instant, Wyatt was a little stupefied. Who would use such an extreme and direct method? How was the person forced to do it so openly?

If he had only been poked or incised, he would not have paid attention to the stinging pain. If Raynee hadn't interrupted him, the consequences would have been hard to tell.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Carson roughly understood something and said bluntly.

"The more you think it's impossible,

the easier for it to work! You may be

on your guard in a place like a nightclub! As the saying goes, the more dangerous the place is, the safer it is! It's hard to tell theo purpose and effects of this drug! At first, I couldn't analyze the composition of the drug at all, and I began to think that the temperature was not right when I noticed that

there is no reaction under body temperature. Later, I tried a variety of triggers through the simulation of

human body conditions such as high temperature, body temperature, alcohol, and so on, but I couldn't determine what component it was. As a result, when I reopened the container, I found that the original

material that hadn't shown any signs of change slowly underwent modification instead. Only then did I know that the ingredients didn't need any catalyst. After a long period, its contents were revealed. It's a hallucinogen with high purity, but it isn't fatal. According to my analysis, it would only last about

three to four hours. If we deduct the injection and delayed time, plus individual body variations, it should have an impact

around eight o'clock in the evening..."

At that hour, he would be on his way home if he were not in the middle of a business gathering. After all, the day before was the weekend. At that hour, the purpose should not be to kill him.

Hearing that, Wyatt naturally understood. "This is interesting..."

What was the other party trying to do with such a great effort?

"In any case, Frederick's words are right. This is a bad year, so you must be more careful! Hey, do you think we should choose a lucky day and pray together?" Recently, they were so unlucky that accidents happened one after another, and all of them inexplicably!

At the thought, Carson couldn't help but shudder. His words would better not come true. Yet, it seemed that he was quite unfortunate, except for the fact that he was constantly busy!