Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

Chapter 28: The Distance Between Love You and Waiting For You

"Get straight to the point, what do you want "

"Some things are hard to explain over the phone. We can talk over lunch. I'll send you the address

later."

Alvera hung up the phone before Roland could reply.

After that, she let out a sigh of relief.

She would be eating out for lunch, so there was no need to shop for groceries anymore.

She started the car again and went home.

When she got close to the house, she checked the front door from a safe distance.

There was no one there. She drove over to the door and parked.

When she got out of the car, she saw a pile of pebbles by the door, forming the words: "Waiting for

you."

..

She squatted in front of the pebbles drops of water welling up in her eyes.

Waiting for you...

Four years ago, he had used pebbles to write 'love you'. Now, the message had changed to "waiting for

you".

No one knew what happened to her between love and wait.

Back to that year, he disappeared when she needed him, when her mother was dying.

She did not even get to meet her mother for the last time before she passed.

She did not know if her mother shed tears, or if she regretted her choices, or if she called out her name

telling her she loved her.

She did not know how frightened her mother was at that time.

After her mother passed away, she was devastated. She thought Antoine would help her because he

was her boyfriend, but he didn't.

Later, She was afraid and anxious when she was taken away by the police. She expected him to save

her, but he didn't.

In the end, she was sentenced and sent to prison. She waited for him to visit her in prison, but he

didn't.

It was like he never existed.

In that year, she had nothing but him.

Well he was the one who hurt her the most.

...

The scars that he had left on her heart could never be healed.

She did hate him, and she hated him so deep that she couldn't even recognize it.

She kicked away the stones on the ground.

Wait? Let him wait. She would like to see how long he could wait.

He could do whatever he wanted.

She opened the door, went in, chose a restaurant and sent the address to Roland. Then she calmed

herself down and began studying.

...

At 10:30 in the morning, she tidied herself up and went out again.

She went to the restaurant first and waited for Roland in a private booth.

She waited until 12:30, but Roland never showed up. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

The waitress came in for the third time and asked politely, "Miss, would you like to order?"

Alvera sighed and nodded. "Yes, give me the menu."

The waitress handed over the menu.

Alvera ordered four of the most expensive dishes she could find.

At one o'clock, all the dishes were served. She picked up her fork and began eating.

She had almost finished all the food when the door opened from the outside suddenly.

When she saw the person standing at the door, she was stunned for a second before smiling. "I

thought you weren't coming. I'm almost done."

Roland looked at her and with puzzle on his face . He was late for two whole hours, why was she not

angry with him?

"No," he talked to himself silently. "She must be angry, but she was just too lazy to vent her anger on

me."

He walked over and sat down in the seat faced to her. "I had something come up just now. Why didn't

you just leave when I didn't show up?"

She looked at him and pondered silently. Was he explaining why he was late to her?

It doesn't matter, she did not care anyway. "What do you want to eat? I'll help you order."

Roland knew that she did not want to discuss his tardiness with him.

"Do you think I can eat comfortably if you're buying me lunch with my won money?" He asked.

"Your money?" She said. "Why would you think that? I'm using my money."

Roland raised his eyebrows at her. "So it's yours once I give it to you? Makes sense for someone like

you."

"I already told you, I'm not treating you to lunch with your own money," she replied. "I took this money

from my own card. I earned it with my labour in prison. It's not much, but it's enough."

His expression turned cold. "Are you saying this intentionally to annoy me?"

"I have better things to do," she laughed. "You brought up this topic first, I was just elaborating. Mr.

Francois, what do you want? I have limited funds, so go easy on me."

"I've already eaten. Just tell me, what do you want from me?"

"You've eaten... Okay, fine, let's get down to business. I need to ask you a favour."