Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 1171

Only then did she realize that she was, once again, troubled by the past. Waverly knocked on her head hard. She

raised her hand to check the tand noticed that there was half an hour left. The hotel was not far away, so

she made up her mind to enter the store. Wandering around the clothing store, she was somewhat absent-

minded. An attendant enthusiastically introduced a dress to her. Stealing a glance at the attendant and was

embarrassed by how she had ignored her all along, Waverly took the bean-green coloured dress over. "I try this

on then..."

After putting it on and raising her gaze, Waverly's eyes lit up. She wore a short dress that hugged her figure

designed with a small V-neck and a shoulder butterfly tie. It was not eye-catching, but it carried

mischievousness. It was plain in green and contrasted her fair skin, highlighting her nobleness.

For a long time, her wardrobe had been black, white and grey. With a sudden change of color, Waverly felt as

though she fell in love with her reflection in the mirror.

That was right. Wasn't she in her youth right then?

It might have probably been because all those affairs were more or less related to her. No matter how resentful

or heartless she was, she could not bring herself to hold a grudge against the dead, so she had been avoiding

brightly-colored clothes, especially those in red. After swirling around in front of the mirror, Waverly was

satisfied. "I'll be going on a date, so perhaps a skirt might rather be a more suitable outfit than my suit." With the

thought in mind, she withdrew her card.

"I'll take this! Please helpremove the price tag!"

Then, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and put it on. With that, she braced herself before striding out of the

store.

In front of the hotel, as soon as the familiar car cto a stop, Waverly rushed over, dragging her bag behind

her. "Wyatt, you're finally here!"

Just as she was about to wrap her arms around his neck, she was reminded of something. Giggling, Waverly

placed her hands on his collar.

"I'm well-behaved, am | not? | arrived ahead of time! Calling you by your nmakes us seem as though we're

distant, especially those who don't know us. Should we forget it and call each other by nicknames from now on?"

Waverly stroked the collar of his suit and mumbled to herself before she wittily said, "I'll take advantage of my

identity and do as | want. Can I?"

She raised her head and whined, pulling him by his collar as she acted like a spoiled child.

As he lowered his eyes, Wyatt's gaze landed on the V-neck design threatening to expose her chest and the hem

of the short skirt that revealed half of her thigh. His eyes darkened. "Why can't I..."

Waverly grumbled, seemingly downcast, "Can't | call you by your nickname?"

What harm would it do if they were slightly more intimate? Would he lose a piece of his flesh? She allowed him to

call her by her nickname, didn't she? He would not suffer any losses! How petty!

Just as she was deep in thought, scratching her head, a thunderbolt struck her all of a sudden. "Why are you all

dressed up in such a manner, again?"

Wasn't she afraid of being harassed if she were to wear such a dress to the company every day? Did she do it on

purpose for seduction? Noticing her holding the shopping bag in her hand, his good feelings for her fell sharply.

Huh?

Stunned for two seconds, she lowered her head to look at herself before coming to a realization. Waverly secretly

stuck out her tongue as she thought to herself, snickering, "It turns out that you' re dissatisfied with this!"

Raising her head, she managed a chuckle. Thick-skinned, she replied, "Well, | put it on because I just bought it! |

was in a hurry to meet you. | won't do it again, alright?"

He took her bag over and placed it in the car. Only then was Wyatt reminded to take a bouquet of roses from the

back seat and hand it to her. "Let's go!"

Did he agree to her wearing the dress and would not look into it?

Her face brimming with happiness, Waverly leaned in his arms with roses in her hands and entered the hotel, the

two of them laughing all the way.

On that day, Wyatt booked a table in the main hall. The two of them ordered a variety of dishes and a band to

perform music by their side. With the flowers, a majestic cake, and their outstanding appearances, they stirred

quite a storm. As expected, the next day, the two of them made the headlines...

The news would only spark interest if they were new! Sure enough, the more one cried wolf, the fewer others

believed it and the less attention it received! In the office, as Waverly scrolled through headlines related to

himself, she was not the slightest affected. Scrolling through her phone, she thought to herself, puzzled.

Was that how he was using her as his shield? Was it by heading out for a meal and drink with her every now and

then, plus gifting her lavish gifts?

Would it be too much of a loss to suffer?

Of course, it was Wyatt who was suffering a loss! After all, she had nothing to pick on since she enjoyed delicious

food every day, wore fine clothes, and had a handsguy by her side!

It should, however, be noted that a

person who took advantage of

others might suffer a loss in the end! She could only hope for a man as generous as Wyatt, who bought bags and

clothes that cost a few hundred thousand dollars without the slightest hesitation, not to deceive her. If it turned

out to be a trick that might bury her, a little lovely girl, alive, what a loss it was!

He was not her father, nor brother. Such a feeling was indeed unpleasant!

After heaving a long sigh, Waverly went from her body slumped over her desk to supporting herself up from her

seat, resting her chin on her palm as she shifted her gaze back to the computer screen. It was better and more

satisfying to rely on her strength!

After she placed her phone aside and started typing on the keyboard, the finance manager cover.

"Waverly, you're busy | see! This is

the contract requirements of Five Yeso Group just faxed over. | guess you'll have to run an errand! The clients are

very anxious. Boss wants us to try our best in helping them complete it all for free to save ton the

procedure. The main problem is that they're waiting to report it to their superiors tomorrow, plus, the process is

somewhat complicated! Today, you'll focus on this and help them handle it well. Scan through the requirements

on the way as it is very urgent! Take a taxi and claim the fee charged from the financial department! Arrange

your twell! Letknow after it's all dealt with! We'll reward you with double the

bonus! The key is..."

With a knock on the table, the manager implied to focus on speed and efficiency. Waverly understood at once as

she got up and took the document over, gesturing an "OK".

"No problem! | promise to handle it well!"

He had cover to assign the task to her in person. Would she have the guts not to handle it well?

"Well, that's great!"

Turning around, the finance manager headed back to his office. On the way, he knocked on a colleague's table

and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Continue on gossiping. Don't you want your bonuses? Learn something from Waverly! See how efficient and

diligent she is! She never loaves on the job..."

"I'm talking about you! Yes, you! Continue on eating! Be serious! Learn from her!"

"And you. You haven't completed your task for the month, have you?"

Along the way, the supervisor knocked on tables and cut all the gossiping off. He turned around and pointed at

Waverly, who stuck her tongue out in response.

In the whole office, she seemed to be the one known for loafing on the job!

Fortunately, she was young and beautiful. She would usually not offend anyone, nor would she delay the

progress of the group, so her colleagues all took good care of her. The boss and the manager treated her well,

which was one of the reasons why she was fond of the company!

Although they often encountered such a situation, her colleagues had never talked bad about her. In fact, she did

not want to show off. She had slowed down her efficiency, but no matter how effective humans were, how could

their processing speed be compared with a computer?

Most of her colleagues’ job scope

included input, calculation and examination. Very often, they had to manually calculate data. As a programmer,

all she had to do was to input the recorded data, and the system would automatically detect all mistakes. All she

needed to do was make corresponding adjustments and modify the recording formula.