Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 32

Her attackers kicked her for ten minutes until she stopped moving. They glanced at each other and then quickly left the scene.

Alvera was left on the beach like a discarded rag.

She was still conscious, but she had no more strength left to struggle.

After the beating stopped, she lay there for half an hour before lifting her aching arms and removing the sack from her head.

Then she collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

She fumbled around for her phone and tried to call Samuel, but he did not answer his phone.

She was in so much pain.

The only other person she knew could save her was... Roland Francois.

She took a deep breath, found Roland's number and called him, her hands trembling in pain.

After a while, Roland's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Sa..."

Before she could finish, she heard Andrina's voice from the other end of the phone. "Roland, who's that?"

Alvera froze as her hopes crumbled.

Not a lot of people in this city wanted her dead, but the two people over the phone were amongst them.

...

She laughed scornfully at herself and hung up.

She would rather die than ask him for help.

She must have lost her mind just now.

Roland frowned at the call hung up suddenly. "What does this woman want?" he thought.

Her voice didn't sound right to him.

He looked up at the time. It was nine o'clock.

"Roland?"

Roland came back to his senses and looked at Andrina, "What's wrong?"

"You're not listening to me," Andrina said coquettishly. "Here, I peeled a banana for you."

"You can have it. I have no appetite."

"Who called you just now? Why did you hang up so quickly?"

"It was a wrong number," Roland said, his expression unchanging.

"Your phone number is so different, how can anyone have your number?"

Roland raised his eyebrows and said, "Women become annoying if they are too suspicious."

Andrina paused for a moment before smiling and said, "I am not suspicious of you. I'm just wondering who could have had your number and call you mistakenly. If you don't want the banana, I'll eat it."

"Go ahead." He stood up. "Well, it's getting late. I should go back."

Andrina grabbed his wrist and said, "Roland, can you... stay with me tonight?"

"This is a hospital," Roland said. "I can't sleep here. I have important work to deal with tomorrow."

Andrina pouted. "But..."

"Don't be unreasonable. I've told you, a woman who is unreasonable is hardly a woman of great elegance."

"Alright." Andrina let go of his hand, even though she didn't want to. "You'll come to see me tomorrow, right?"

...

"We'll see how." With these words, Roland turned around and walked out of the room.

Andrina smiled, satisfied with herself. "See, Alvera Earhart," she thought gleefully. "He still loves me."

Alvera wasn't sure how much time had passed when she suddenly saw a tall figure approaching her.

"Miss, Miss, are you alright?"

"This voice... it's so beautiful," she thought to herself.

She glanced at him dazedly, but her eyesight was blurry. "Help... Help me."

She used up all her remaining strength in those two words and fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a hospital ward.

The man sitting next to her was wearing a navy blue suit. His handsome features were a work of art in and of itself.

"Miss, how are you feeling?" He asked when he saw her wake up.

She forced out a smile. "It's you."

Before the liver transplant, she had been jogging every morning.

One day, it had rained heavily while she was out jogging, so she took shelter in one of her neighbour's porch not too far from her home. 

...

A few minutes later, she saw him running towards the house as well. 

They both nodded to each other politely.

She had thought that he was taking shelter from the rain as well, but he opened the door with a key, much to her surprise.

...

She moved away from the door awkwardly.

"Miss, I don't think the rain will stop any time soon," he told her politely. "Do you want to come inside?"

She shook her head quickly. "No, it's fine, I can just stay out here. Thanks."

"Okay... I'll head on in, then."

She nodded.

After that, they would nod at each other whenever they met when they were out jogging.

It was him who saved her tonight. 

The saying was true, a close neighbour is better than a relative afar. She believed it now.

The man smiled elegantly. "I don't know if I should say 'nice to meet you' under these circumstances, because you almost died tonight."