Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

Chapter 43: It Was Impossible To Make Him Fall In Love With Her

Roland hung up the phone and drove straight to the hospital.

When he arrived, Alvera had just finished her last examination and was leaving the hospital with

Timothy.

The three of them met in the lobby.

Roland stepped forward and frowned, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Francois."

Roland was at a loss for words as he looked at her, so he turned towards Timothy.

"You can go home now, I'll send her home."

Timothy was unwilling, but Alvera smiled at him. "Go home, Timothy, Auntie should be worried about

you."

...

Timothy handed her a bag of medicine. "Take your medicine on time. Take care of yourself."

She nodded.

Timothy looked at Roland and said, "Mr. Francois, please take care of Alvera. She..."

"Timothy, go home."

Timothy glanced at her, but didn't continue what he was saying. He turned around and left.

After he left, Alvera took a step forward and stumbled, her legs still weak from the effort.

Roland quickly reached out and helped her.

Alvera regained her balance and kept a polite distance from him. "Thank you, Mr. Francois."

She stepped around him and walked towards the door.

Her gait was still laboured, and Roland felt a twinge of frustration as he watched her walk away.

He went forward, carried her in his arms, and walked out of the door.

Alvera did not struggle. She might as well use the free labour while it was there.

...

He put her in the car and drove home to Floral Villa.

None of them spoke during the drive home.

When they arrived, he carried her up to her room, and put her on the bed.

"Mr. Francois, can you get me a glass of water so I can take my medicine?"

Roland looked at her incredulously.

She smiled at him and added, "Thank you."

Roland didn't want to be angry with her, so he turned around and went downstairs to get a glass of

water.

Alvera took several pills and swallowed them with the water, then left the glass on the bedside table.

The sky was dark and gloomy outside, even though it was not yet four in the evening.

The rain was still falling.

Roland did not leave.

Instead, he sat on the bed beside her.

"I need some rest, Mr. Francois," Alvera said. "You can go about your own business now."

Roland looked at her and asked, "Did you fall into the pool on purpose?"

Alvera looked at him with disappointment as he said that.

"Why are you not answering?" His tone was soft and questioning.

She smiled aloofly. "I thought I hid it well. How did you know?"

"I heard that you were afraid of water. Why did you do it? Is it worth throwing yourself into the pool for

some books?"

"If you think it's worth it, then so be it," Alvera replied dismissively.

"Alvera, why are you like this?"

"How am I supposed to be?" Alvera raised her eyebrows at him and said coldly, "The Earhart family

tried to drown me when I was young. They all know I'm afraid of the water, but now you're asking me if I

threw myself in. Yes, I want the books, but I want to live as well. I've told you before, to the Earhart

family, I never should have existed. You didn't want to believe me. Now I'm hurt because of them, and

still, you don't believe me."

...

"You've already decided who's the victim in this story," she continued, "so why should I explain anything

to you? Yes, you're right, Luna did not push me. I threw myself into the pool so that I could win the bet."

"Why are you so defensive? If you didn't, then say you didn't, there's no need to say so much. How

would I know if I don't ask?"

Alvera sneered. "Whatever. I don't care whether you believe me or not."

It was like she suddenly realized that it was impossible to make him fall in love with her.

She had thought that he would save her since they had been together for more than three months.

She was wrong. He stood aside and remained indifferent like everyone else.

If she hadn't got Timothy to help her, she would have drowned in front of everyone today.

Roland frowned under her cold gaze. "Alvera, aren't you tired keep yourself so walled up?"

...

Alvera froze for a moment then replied dismissively, "Am I supposed to just let people trample over my

heart? Don't be so self-righteous, Roland Francois. My life has never been my own from birth. I've seen

my fair share of b*tches and assholes. A holy man like you does not belong in my world. If you're

looking to preach, go somewhere else."

...

After that, she closed her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I'm very tired. You can leave now, Mr. Francois."

Roland stared at her for ten minutes before he got up and left angrily.

After he left, Alvera got up and leaned against the headboard, staring out of the window into the rain.

The gloomy scene matched her emotions.

She sent a text message to Timothy with her phone. "Timothy, thanks for your help today. The plan

worked."

Timothy replied, "I didn't have enough time to get the proper medicines, so all the pills in the bottle are

just the same vitamins. Don't take too much, it might be bad for you."

"I know."

After replying, she deleted the message history.

Downstairs in the living room, Roland sat on the sofa and thought about Luna and Andrina.

Then he thought about the way Alvera had reacted.

His face was sullen and he was in a bad mood.

When Andrina called, his tone was angry. "What's the matter?"

"How is Alvera, Roland?"

"She just fell asleep after going to the hospital."

"Are you... still with her?"

"I'm still with her. Is there a problem with that?"

On the other end of the line, Andrina was suddenly silent.

"If there's nothing else, have a good rest. I'm hanging up."

"You like her now, right, Roland? Are you... in love with her?"

Love? Roland never thought about it, but it seemed like something had changed without him noticing.

...

"Roland, I think I need to take a step back for a while, and I think you should too. Alvera's not suitable

for you. If she stays with you, she will be criticized for the rest of her life. It's going to hurt her." She

sniffed. "Anyway, take care of her. I'm going to rest now."

...

She hung up the phone. Luna, who was sitting opposite her, asked anxiously, "What happened?"

"Roland is with that b*tch."

Luna slapped her thigh in anger. "That little b*tch, she tricked me today. I'll kill her."

"Mom, we can't do anything now."

"Why are you so calm today?"

Alvera smiled serenely. "Alvera does not like Roland. She's with Roland just to provoke me."

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"I can tell by the way she looked at Roland. She hates him. Moreover, if she loves him, she wouldn't do

this to him. Roland wouldn't allow anyone to play tricks on him. He's just curious now, but it won't last.

He'll come back to me soon."

Luna smiled and patted her hand. "My daughter seems to have grown up overnight."

"Mom, what about your plan to get Alvera out of the Empire Group? We should get it going soon. I don't

want her to get too comfortable."

Luna raised her eyebrows. "Okay, you can count on me."

By the time Alvera woke up from her nap, it was already very dark.

She turned over and found that Roland had fallen asleep beside her.

She looked at him in the dark disdainfully. "This man," she thought, "really thinks himself as a good

husband now."

She sat up, lifted the blankets and was about to get out of bed, but he grabbed her by the arm. "Where

are you going?"

She was startled. She thought he had fallen asleep.

"The bathroom."

Roland released her, opened his eyes, and sat up. "I'll help you."

"There's no need. I'm feeling stronger now, after the nap," she said as she walked to the bathroom.

...

When she came out of the bathroom, he was smoking.

When he heard her coughing, he put out the cigarette at once.

"I would have saved you if your brother hadn't appeared today."

Alvera's hand stopped the middle of lifting the blankets as she looked at him.

"What is he talking about?" she wondered silently. "Is this an explanation?"

"I was going to jump in, but Andrina held me back because she was afraid other people would know

about our relationship. Your brother had already jumped in when I got her to let go." He glanced at her.

"Do you believe me?"

...

She sat down and pulled the blankets over her legs silently.

"You don't believe me?" he asked again.

"There is no reason why I shouldn't believe you. You're Andrina's boyfriend, part of the Earhart family.

And the Earhart family is my enemy."

"Andrina's boyfriend?" He snorted coldly. "I am your lawful husband."

Alvera entwined her fingers together. "My point is that you are with the Earhart family. We are

enemies."

He looked at her and did not move.

Her expression was unreadable as she continued, "Roland, I never forget why I decided to marry you

in the first place. Andrina helped you once, but I hate her and the entire Earhart family."

"The Earhart family raised you. Why do you hate them so much? Don't you need a reason to hate a

person?"

She looked at him coldly without saying anything.

He continued, "It's not because I helped them send you to prison. You already hated them before you

hurt Andrina. I will not take the blame for this."

Alvera sneered. "Roland, do you know how infuriating you are sometimes?"