Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 41

Roland said coldly, "Don't ask the prison guards, ask the prisoners."

Terry wasn't sure what kind of outcome Mr. Francois wanted, but he still complied.

In the evening, when Roland returned to the FLoral Villa, Alvera was cooking in the kitchen.

She had her earphones in her ears, so she did not hear him coming in.

He stood by the kitchen door and couldn't help smiling when he saw her in an apronm looking serious and busy.

Alvera jumped when she turned around and saw Roland.

...

Roland raised his eyebrows at her, "Scared again?"

"What do you think?"

"You were wearing earphones, it's not my fault."

"Why are you here again?"

"This is my home, I don't see the problem."

He shifted his eyes to the dining table. "You have guests tonight?"

Alvera looked back at the two plates on the table and frowned. "No."

She was thinking of inviting Mr. Perez over for dinner, but unfortunately Roland appeared.

"Then why did you make enough for two people? I don't think you know I'm coming."

Alvera said indifferently, "The other one is for my mother, but since you're here, you can have it."

Roland was not happy that he was given food meant for dead people.

Alvera brought the pasta out. Roland went to the kitchen to wash his hands, then sat down at the table.

Alvera took a couple of bites before asking as if she had just thought of it, "Has Andrina been discharged from the hospital already?"

He looked up and eyed her warily.

She smiled. "I know she was hospitalized a few days ago."

"She has been discharged."

She pursed her lips. "My cooking skills were passed down to me by my mother. Have a taste. It's pretty good."

He ate some. "Not bad indeed."

...

She twitched the corners of her mouth slightly and said nothing.

"Tomorrow is Andrina's mother's birthday, and I was invited. Would you like to go with me?"

"Are you sure you can take me there?"

"Why not? Unless you mean to stir up trouble."

Alvera smiled. "For them, my existence itself is trouble. I won't be welcomed there even if I don't do anything."

"That's because you're being radical."

She smiled faintly. "Do you want to bet on it?"

"Bet on what?"

"If I go to the Earhart family tomorrow and I'm not welcomed even if I don't do anything, you will donate one thousand books to the orphanage."

"And what if you're welcomed?"

"If I am welcomed, I will add your name as the founder of the orphanage."

"I invested so much money, and my name is not even on the books?" he asked incredulously.

"You gave the money to me for another purpose, not for the orphanage," she said. "Of course your name isn't on the books. Then again, if you really want to be a founder, you can donate more money. How about the bet?"

"Sure, why not?"

Alvera smiled. "Go on, eat. The noodles will get cold soon."

In the evening, after turning off the lights, Roland hugged her as he did last night.

But this time, he had other ideas.

He kissed her softly rfom behind.

Alvera turned around and faced him, with her hand against his shoulder.

"I don't want to."

"I want to."

"Roland, do you really find pleasure in having sex with a woman who is rejecting you?"

"Your body is saying otherwise."

She looked embarrassed. "I can't do it tonight. I'm really not interested."

Roland was silent for a moment, then stopped touching her.

He put his arms around her waist and said with a bit of forbearance in his voice, "Go to sleep."

Alvera froze for a moment. She did not expect that he would really let her go so easily.

She could clearly feel the reaction of his body.

This was really... rare.

At first, she found it hard to sleep with him around, but she eventually fell into a deep sleep later in the night.

When she opened her eyes in the morning, she realized that he was not by her side.

Alvera sat up and left the room without combing her hair to get a glass of water from the kitchen downstairs.

As soon as she went down the stairs, she saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a file.

He heard her coming down and looked around at her, frowning. "Why didn't you clean yourself up? You look like a zombie."

She ruffled her short hair. "You're still here. I thought you went back to work."

"I'm not going to work today. Get yourself decent and we'll head over to the Earhart family later."

"Okay." She drank a glass of water and turned to go back upstairs.

When she went into the bathroom to wash up, she couldn't help but smile when she saw her messy hair.

She looked more like a lunatic than a zombie.