Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 48

"Alvera..." Antoine's eyes were full of sorrow.

He almost couldn't suppress his love and love for her. He didn't know what to do.

Alvera looked at him, smiling, then picked up a slice of pizza and began eating.

She only took tow bites before putting it down again. "That's not good."

Antoine frowned.

She pulled out a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"Antoine, people change. When we were young, we could ride our bicycles and dream of a bright future, but now we're all adults. We have our own lives, our own visions, and people that we want to protect. Our futures do not connect at all, so we should all take a step back. I don't hate you anymore, and you should let go of me. It's enough that my mother was hurt because of me, I don't need another person to do that for me."

...

After that, she stood up. "You can pay for the pizza. Goodbye."

She took two steps towards the door. Antoine stayed in his seat, but he said slowly, "Alvera, I'm not afraid of getting hurt. It's also a way of growing up, but I'm really afraid of losing you. It doesn't matter if you don't love me. I'll choose my own way to continue to love you, because... I want to live."

Alvera felt her heart leap painfully at his words. She bit her lower lip and left without turning back.

When she arrived back at the office, she did not take the elevator up. Instead, she took the stairs. 

With every step, she muttered to herself, "Antoine Francois, I don't love you anymore. Antoine Francois, we're done."

On the ninth floor, she spun and sat down on the steps.

She was very tired. Her body was in no condition for physical exercise.

At half-past two in the afternoon, Beverly received a call, got up, walked to Alvera's desk, and said, "Come out with me."

Alvera took a look at her, put down her work and followed her to the door.

Beverly crossed her arms in front of her and spun around to face her. "The 10,000 printers have arrived. Go down and unload them."

"Why me?"

"You made the mistake on the form."

Alvera sighed. "Have you forgotten what Mr. Francois said yesterday? Both of us were wrong."

"What do you mean by that, newbie? I can't get you to do your work now? Should I tell Manager Wilson about this, or do you want to talk this out with Mr. Francois again?"

Alvera felt disgusted at the mention of Roland.

She rolled her eyes at Beverly and walked downstairs.

Beverly looked at her, smirking, then went back to the office.

Seeing that Alvera did not come back in, Patrick asked, "Beverly, where's Alvera?"

Beverly smiled disdainfully. "The warehouse."

Patrick ignored her smirk and went out.

Alvera was stunned when she arrived at the door of the warehouse. There were more than a dozen trucks there.

She sighed. She felt bad for the warehouse workers who had to do extra work on such a hot day because of this mistake, so she ran up to help.

...

The warehouse manager pulled her back. "Hey, is it just you? I asked Beverly to get some people down to help, and she sent a weak little lady like you? Is this some kind of joke?"

Alvera was also uncomfortable. She knew that Beverly was trying to set her up, but she could not do anything about it. She did not want to see Roland again.

She gave the warehouse manager an embarrassed smile, rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward to help.

Fortunately, the printers were not very heavy.

Patrick arrived a little while later.

She smiled at him. "Patrick, why are you here?"

"Why can't I come? It'll take you until tomorrow to finish moving all these printers."

As he spoke, he had already started to help. As a man, he was significantly faster than her.

They worked tirelessly for two hours, but there were still more than two thirds of printers to unload.

Alvera was already at her limit.

She was so tired that she squatted down and rested one hand on the edge of the truck, sweating heavily from the pain and exhaustion. 

When Patrick came out of the warehouse and saw her like this, he was alarmed. "What's wrong, Alvera? Are you okay?"

Alvera nodded laboriously. "I'm just a little tired. I just need a quick break and I'll be back at it soon."

"That's fine, I can work for both of us. Take a break," Patrick told her, then went back to work.

...

However, when he came back again, he heard some warehouse workers shouting, "Hey, miss, wake up!"

He ran forward quickly and pushed through the crowd.

Alvera had fainted.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and called for an ambulance.

He patted Alvera's face lightly. "Alvera, Alvera."

Alvera did not respond at all.

No one dared to move her because they did not know why she had fainted suddenly.

When the ambulance finally came to take her to the hospital, Patrick followed them.

At the CEO's office, Terry pushed open the door hastily without knocking.

"Boss, Alvera fainted suddenly and was sent to the hospital in an ambulance."

Roland's hands trembled as his heart shrank. He stood up and walked out.

His looked so nervous that even Terry was surprised.

When he arrived at the hospital, he found Alvera in the general ward.

She was still asleep with an IV drip in her arm. There was no one around her.

Roland walked to her side, frowned, and gently touched her cheek.

It was a little warm.

"Terry, transfer Alvera upstairs immediately."