Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 37

Alvera stared at Antoine, who was holding her in front of him, her pupils contracted in shock. "Why are you still here?" she asked.

"You were at home the whole time. Why did you lie to me? The Alvera I knew would never lie to me."

Alvera chuckled. The old her had been long dead.

She arched an eyebrow and looked him over. Fine then, there's nothing she could do if he wasn't going to leave.

At that moment, Roland pushed open the door and saw Antoine.

As their eyes met, Antoine let go of Alvera and took a step back nervously.

"Roland..."

Roland's expression was chilly as he swept his gaze between the two of them.

It took Antoine a little while to notice that something was not right. "Roland, why did you come out from Alvera's house?"

"Alvera?" Antoine raised his eyebrows and asked Alvera coldly, "What's your relationship with him?"

Alvera smiled. "Is this question really necessary? You should be smart enough to figure that out, Mr. Francois."

Antoine stepped forwards and grabbed Alvera's wrist. "Roland, Alvera is my girlfriend. I mentioned last time, I came back to bring her with me."

Roland sneered as he looked at his hand around her wrist. "Let go."

Antoine did not move. Roland's eyes were cold as he said. "Antoine, Do you have a death wish?"

Antoine had no choice but to let go of Alvera under his brother's chilly gaze. "Roland, please, let us go. I love her. I don't think I can live without her."

Roland crossed his arms and smirked. "Then where were you four years ago?"

"Four years ago... I was wrong, Alvera, I made the wrong choice four years ago. Can you give me another chance? I will never leave you again, I swear!"

"You will," Roland said with certainty.

"I won't!" Antoine said, raising his voice. "Never!"

"Really? I'd like to put your determination to the test," Roland replied with a disdainful smile. He glanced at Alvera. "I'll give you three minutes to deal with this."

He left the doorstep and walked towards the car.

After Roland left, Alvera looked at Antoine and said, "I have made myself very clear. Why are you still here?"

"Did my brother stay over here last night? Why are you with him? Alvera, are you..."

Alvera smiled. "Yes, I'm with him now."

"You..." Antoine looked at her in disbelief. "Alvera, have you gone crazy?"

"Why do you say that? Your brother is every woman's dream husband. I was just the only one who managed to get him."

He grabbed her shoulders with both hands. "Don't say that, Alvera. I know you. You're not like this. Tell me what happened. Did he force you into this? Alvera, I know I'm not a match for him now, but we can leave anytime you want."

"Leave?" Alvera asked incredulously. "Why would I leave a rich, eligible bachelor like Roland to be with an incompetent man like you? I'm not dumb."

"Stop it, don't talk like that." Antoine pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "Alvera, you don't know how hard it's been for me all these years. Please don't hurt me like this."

How hard it had been for him? She really had no idea, but she knew how hard it had been for herself.

...

They were both selfish people who could only see about themselves.

"Antoine, your brother is watching us from the car," Alvera reminded him. "You know you're not a match for him, so you'd better let go of me now."

Antoine's body stiffened. "He was the one who took you away from me."

"You're wrong." She pushed him away forcefully and took a step back, keeping a distance from him. "I was the one who seduced him."

...

"You... why did you do that? Did you forget how he put you in prison four years ago?"

"I seduced him exactly because of that," she said. "He should be taking responsibility for that. Moreover, he's quite manly, you know..."

"Slap!"

Antoine slapped her in the face.

The sound of the slap was so loud it left her eardrums buzzing.

She was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

When she looked up at him again, her gaze was cold and indifferent.

Realizing what he had done, Antoine clenched his fists, his expression full of regret.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Alvera, I must have lost my mind. I just don't want you to say such hurtful things. You're better than this."

"Antoine, for the last time," Alvera said calmly, "I've changed. Leave me alone, and don't come here again."

After that, she turned around to leave and got into the car.

Behind her, Antoine slumped to the ground dejectedly, looking at his palm with regret.

As he watched he car leave the house, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

...

He shouldn't have taken out his anger on Alvera, and he hated the fact that he couldn't do anything to save her.

As the car sped down Ocean Road, it was so quiet they could hear each other breathing.

Alvera opened her bag, took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth.

She crossed her arms and stared out of the windows, trying to calm herself down.

Roland pretended to study some documents as he waited for Alvera to say something.

Finally, he closed the file and said to the driver, "Stop at a pharmacy on the way."

"Yes, sir."

Ten minutes later, the driver stopped in front of a pharmacy. 

"Go and get some ointment for her."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as the driver left, Roland turned to look at Alvera.

"Was he your first man?" he asked.