Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 43

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."

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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."

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"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?"

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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."

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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.