Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 1162

Otherwise, with her personality and the current living condition, she didn't need to waste ton these things

when the baby hadn't been born, and winter hadn't come.

Holding the delicate semi-finished product, Willy felt as though his heart was torn to pieces. That silly woman

hadn't resigned to fate after being tricked and hid like a turtle, licking her wound on her own, had she?

Could it be that her orphan background made her incredibly isolated and insecure? Willy also thought that she

didn't seem to care that much, nor would she argue when she had obviously received very unfair treatment.

Instead, even the most minor favors could satisfy her.

If she wasn't overly free of ambitions, then reality had tortured her into accepting her fate.

Was it because she had no one to rely on that she thought it was useless to even fight for it?

Willy's breath suddenly tightened when he thought of how she had always been so humble, bullied, and even left

helplessly in the end. He had brought the small basket on the shelf before he knew it. It was her craft basket; he

would often see her carrying it.

Willy was about to put the pair of tiny shoes in when he saw the pile of yarns of various thicknesses and colors, a

few pieces of cloth, and a bunch of safety-pin-like pins in it. On the side was a simple notebook and a pen. Huh?

Wasn't this the one she often carried?

Willy was a little confused, frowning slightly. If his memory served him right, this was the basket, and it was

usually rather empty, only a ball of yarn and a couple of her knitting needles! But the basket in his hand was

stuffed full. After rummaging the basket, Willy took out the notebook.

He opened it to see sweird diagrams drawn on it. On the side were snumbers and calculations.

He had thought they were just srandom notes. After all, her profession required her to use data and

calculations, so he didn't take it to heart. Flipping through it, a line of words caught his attention. "He lied to me.

First time. Not happy."

Stumped and unbelieving, Willy stroked the words and rubbed his eyes before returning to the previous pages.

Looking at it again, fragments of images flashed across his mind.

Could these calculations and diagrams be the numbers she used to knit? And hence she'd draw such patterns

and curves and even store it in this basket?

Add? subtract? Collect?

It probably had to do with threading, right? Then the following numbers must be to record the rows she had

made! Flipping through the pages, Willy was starting to understand her symbols and sequences. It was sorted by

time!

In that case, then that line of words...

Was she referring to him?

As though someone had hit his head, Willy's mind was blank for quite stime. When did it happen? When had

he lied to her?

"The more | don't want to believe it, the more cruel the truth is!"

What do these words mean?

"Mikimoto wasn't for me, but I risked my life for it. He didn't seem to have noticed..."

"He said he preferred daughters. | should be happy, but | can't." "Is it because of that illegitimate

daughter?"actually know everything, but I'm just not willing to accept it, or perhaps | don't want to give up! |

thought | was so tough that | knew no fear when | was used to being alone. But | can never forget that piece of

cake in that dark lonely prison. He was the first and only person to visitafter | was sentenced!"

"No one knows about my fear and loneliness, but he gavea moment of brilliant light and hope!"

"The sweater is ready in time. Finally something worth showing!"

"He's looking at the photos; the cloud lamp is on."

"I know he's probably only using me. | won't be as valuable after | hand him the formula. | don't know how it had

cto this, but this baby had turned from an accident into my world... grateful!]

"I was called a fool again! But | still wanted to ask him why, why did he lie to me? He had said he wouldn't lie to

me... | still didn't say it out, alas..."

"Aggrieved; having a hard tholding it in too. But | really want to spend my birthday with him and eat cake

together. | should keep it in for a few more days! | don't want to ruin the mood. At least, | finally have company

and cake on one birthday... | have to be happy..." "Please let my birthday csooner..."

The notebook was small, only the size of a palm. There were only a few short sentences on each page. The

longest sentence wasn't even a page full. Flipping through it, Willy felt a lump in his throat.

When did all this happen? Where did all her thoughts cfrom?

As there weren't any dates, each page was filled with only a couple of short sentences or a few words and some

doodles, numbers, or patterns, Willy was befuddled for a moment. After going through them several times,

several scattered images connected, and tears began streaming down his face.

He got it! He got it all!

Mikimoto? What was that? Right, the pair of pearl earrings his father ordered for his mother!

Had she especially pierce her ears for him?

The illegitimate daughter she mentioned couldn't be Dory, could it?

She had seen the photos in the study? She knew he had a past with Cloud? And even associated it with the cloud

lamp?

Did she think that Dory was his

child? Why was she unhappy when she should be? Was she happy because he didn't favor sons over

daughters or that the baby in her et

belly was a girl? Was she upset because she mistakenly thought he would split his feelings for that so- called

illegitimate daughter or that she believed he would favor the so-called illegitimate daughter?

Wrong! They were all wrong!

It was absolutely wrong, way too wrong!

Although the baby resulted from his off-the-rails act, and he wasn't too aware at first, only that he should bear

the responsibility when she got pregnant. However, as her belly grew, watching her carry the baby with

difficulty, feeling the baby under her belly, the awareness and responsibility of becoming a father suddenly fell

on his shoulders.

As he becincreasingly aware of

the upcoming new life, he would inadvertently be attracted to

children. He'd stop and watch whenever he saw children leaving kindergarten after school. He'd also wonder if

his child would stand in line like them, as well, and even hold hands with the other children like

little caterpillars. He'd feel empathy whenever he saw pictures and news about children on his phone, be it

kidnapping, sick, left behind, or abandoned. He had even donated several times to children living in the ghetto

lately. Perhaps he was becoming a father that he couldn't help adoring the children whenever he saw them.

Hence he felt more sympathetic toward Dory than adoration whenever he saw her. She was only a scrawny little

four-year-old, but she had to endure the pain of sickness and to lose a father. But how could he draw

parallels between his child and others no matter how good they were?