Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 27

Alvera stood rooted to the same spot for what seemed like a long time.

The voice behind her called her again. "Alvera."

It took her all her strength to clam her breathing before turning to look at the owner of the voice with a faint smile.

...

"Long time no see, Antoine Francois."

She looked at him. He still looked the same as he did four years ago.

He was tall and thin with handsome features. The only thing that changed was his hairstyle, which made him looked more mature.

"I'm sorry." Antoine lowered his eyes and he was shuddering. "Alvera, I'm really sorry."

...

Alvera smiled. "We haven't seen each other for so long, and the first thing you do is apologize? That's a little weird. It's okay."

"No, don't say it's okay. You should hate me. You can hit me or curse me, but don't say it's okay, Alvera. Your attitude is scaring me."

Alvera's expression was very calm as if it was just a normal friend standing in front of her. "I don't blame you for avoiding me with the situation at that time. I don't hate you."

...

"Alvera, the situation wasn't what you thought it was, I — "

"Actually, I wanted to see you too," Alvera interrupted. "There are some things we didn't get to talk about four years ago. Antoine, it's time for closure."

"No." Antoine stepped forward and grabbed her by her shoulders. "There's nothing to close between us. Alvera, I'm back, I'll take you away."

He looked at her with deep affection, but his heart was bitter.

When she looked up at him, her expression was still calm and unchanging. "Let's break up."

"I won't break up with you." Antoine shook his head firmly. "I never thought about breaking up with you."

"Everyone has a first love that ends without any pain. We are the same," Alvera said calmly. "We're both grownups now, Antoine, our past should be gone with the wind. I've decided. If you're really sorry, then the best thing to do is to not bother me anymore. We... can never be together again."

She lifted her wrist and checked the time. "Sorry, I have something to do. Bye."

She turned around, got into the car, and closed the door.

Antoine reached for the handle, but she had already locked the car doors.

"Alvera, open the door. Let's talk. Don't be like this, Alvera," he pleaded.

Alvera did not look at him. She just put her foot on the accelerator and left.