Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 28

"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."

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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.

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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.

"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."