Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

Chapter 50: Do You Like Kids

Roland turned to look at Alvera instinctively as Andrina spoke.

She did not move, her head still turned towards the window.

"Roland, why are you not saying anything?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"I have already arranged the itinerary for this trip. I'm not bringing you along this time, maybe next

time."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone as the awkwardness hung in the air.

...

Andrina pouted. "I want to take a break to travel around with you. So much has happened lately, I just

wanted to..."

"Then I'll arrange for you to go to France. You like France, right? I'll hire two bodyguards for you."

"I... "

"Okay, that's settled then."

With her back to him, Alvera smiled lightly, feeling satisfied.

"Don't you want to go with your beloved woman, Mr. Francois?" She said after Roland hung up the

phone. "She must have been very sad."

"Stop being so eccentric."

Alvera smiled and did not reply.

As long as Andrina was unhappy, she's fine with it. He could say anything he wanted.

When they got back to the Floral Villa, Alvera took a peek in the fridge found that they had nothing to

cook for dinner.

Seeing her rummaging through the refrigerator, Roland asked, "Is your housekeeper not back yet?"

"I told her not to come every day, just twice a week to clean the house."

"I'll get you someone to take care of you."

Alvera looked at him. "No, I like to be alone, it's quiet. I'm going to the supermarket to get some

groceries. You can stay at home."

"Let's go together." Roland got up.

Alvera looked at him, surprised, "You want to go with me? To get groceries?"

"If you can go, why can't I?"

"It's not that you can't, I just thought that buying groceries would be beneath you. But if you insist, that's

fine with me too. You can pay for it."

Roland gave her a sidelong glance. She could always change the meaning of her words with her tone.

The two of them left the villa together, with Alvera driving.

At the supermarket, Roland pushed a shopping cart alongside Alvera as they shopped in the vegetable

section.

"Do you have anything you like in particular?" she asked.

"Do you know how to cook everything?"

"No, I'm just asking."

He gave her a sidelong glance. "Then buy whatever you like."

She picked up a cabbage, but Roland said, "What's so good about cabbages?"

She put it down and picked up some lettuce.

He frowned. "Lettice isn't any better."

Alvera pouted. "You told me to buy whatever I like."

He shrugged and said no more.

Alvera put down the lettuce and picked up a bag of cucumbers.

"Why don't you put it in the cart?" Roland asked, as she stared at the cucumbers.

"I'm thinking about what I can do with it."

Roland said coldly, "You're so lewd."

"Huh?" Alvera stared at him.

Roland raised his eyebrows, "You can do whatever you want with it, but it cannot replace me."

It took Alvera a little while to understand him. She blushed.

"Roland Francois, who's the lewd one here?" she said hastily, putting down the cucumbers and walking

away. "I was thinking about how to cook them, you..."

...

Roland smiled.

Who knew she could act like this as well.

A shy Alvera looks good too.

The two of them took a whole tour of the vegetable section, but only ended up with a couple of

tomatoes.

"Well," Alvera thought, "it's going to be just tomato pasta tonight."

She would never come shopping with Roland ever again. The whole ordeal was plain suffering.

When they passed by the junk food section on the way to the cashier, Alvera suddenly felt someone

tugging at her skirt.

She turned around and found it was a little girl around four or five years old.

She smiled at her. "Hi, what's wrong?"

"I want my mommy..." the girl wailed as soon as she finished speaking.

Her cries were so loud people around them had began to stare curiously.

Alvera crouched down to the girl's eye level and took her hands in hers. "Where's your mommy?"

"She... She's gone." The little girl pointed to the west, sobbing. "She was here just now, but now she's

gone."

"Do you know what your mother's name is?"

"Mary."

"That's great." She patted the girl on her head and then turned to one of the staff nearby. "Can you get

someone to call for her mother through the intercom?"

"Sure, wait a moment."

The staff left and Alvera stood up. When she was about to say something to Roland, the little girl pulled

at her skirt again and said, "Uniform Auntie, can you stay with me? Mommy said to follow uniform

aunties and uncles if I get lost."

Alvera squatted down again. "Don't be afraid. I will not leave until your mother comes."

When she mentioned her mother, the little girl wanted to cry again.

Alvera patted her on the head. "I can do magic. Do you want to see?"

The little girl nodded repeatedly.

Alvera took out a coin from her bag and put her arm around the little girl. She made the coin disappear

by sleight of hand, which made the girl jump in surprise and delight.

...

Roland stood aside and raised his eyebrows as he watched them. This was yet another side of her that

he did not know about, and it was good to see.

A few minutes later, the little girl's mother rushed over when she heard her name called over the

intercom.

The mother kept thanking them before taking the child home.

The crowd dispersed and Alvera looked down at her professional suit.

Uniform Auntie... well, she wasn't wrong.

They got back into the queue and paid, then left the supermarket.

This time, Roland drove them home.

It was silent in the car when Roland asked, "Do you like kids?"

Alvera frowned in silence, but her hand hovered absentmindedly over her stomach as she gazed out of

the window sadly.

"You were enjoying yourself with that little girl just now," he continuned.

Alvera said nothing.

Roland frowned, "Am I the only one in this car now?"

She removed her hand from her stomach and looked at him. "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't

like children?"

"I don't."

She raised her eyebrows and her voice grew colder. "That's because you're special."

Roland glared at her. "Am I the only one you're so cold to?"

She kept quiet again.

Annoyed, Roland continued, "You can pour your heart out to Samuel Lambert, be gentle to Owen

Perez, and laugh with that colleague of yours, but why are you so cold to me?"

She smiled and looked at him. "Are you sure you want to talk about this now? You won't like the

answer."

Roland felt a lump of anger settling in him as he ignored her.

After returning home, Alvera went into the kitchen with the tomatoes.

Roland changed his shoes and sat down in the living room.

"Are you having dinner?" Alvera called loudly from the kitchen.

Roland got up and went to the kitchen to stare at her from the door.

Alvera asked again naturally, "Are you having dinner?"

"Did I just go shopping with you because I had nothing better to do?"

Alvera pouted. "Just say if you're eating or not, no need to be so offensive. You can get out now."

"Let me help you."

Alvera's hand, which was washing tomatoes, paused. "What did you say?"

Roland looked a little uncomfortable. "Don't you need my help?"

She immediately handed him the washed tomatoes. "Chop these."

As soon as he took it, she immediately turned around to prepare the other ingredients.

He smiled, washed his hands, and began chopping up the tomatoes like he was told.

Alvera finished cooking the pasta and began making the sauce as he watched her from aside with his

arms folded.

She frowned. "Why are you still here?"

He didn't respond to her.

He never thought that he would enjoy standing around watching a woman cook.

Alvera finished cooking the sauce and served up the dishes.

He took a bite and looked up at her, but did not say anything.

Alvera was confused. "Why do you keep looking at me?" She asked. " Is there something on my face?"

She lifted her hand and wiped her face.

...

Roland smiled and shook his head. "It's nothing. Let's eat."

If he asked her what had happened in prison over the years, she probably would not tell him anything.

She was always on her guard against him.

Thinking of this, he let out a sigh.

On the morning they were set to leave for Prague, Alvera called Samuel and asked him to send a

message to Andrina on her behalf.

...

She asked him to delay the message because she did not want to ruin her excitement of going abroad

for the first time.

The driver sent the five of them to the airport.

Alvera was assign to the seat beside Roland on the airplane.

She kept looking out of the window. Everything outside seemed to be very new and exciting to her.

"Why are you so happy?"

Alvera tried her best to calm herself down, "Are you upset?"

"What's there to be happy about? This isn't your first time taking a plane, is it?"

Alvera looked like a child who was caught doing something wrong. "What's wrong with that?"

Roland could not help laughing and shook his head, "Nothing."

"What are you laughing at? Is it so funny that it's my first time taking a plane?"

"No, I just think that you're a little too... excited."

Alvera pursed her lips. Was she? She had actually tried to suppress her excitement already.

She took a deep breath, turned her head sideways and leaned against the window, and became quiet.

As the plane taxied down the runway, she felt as if her heart was trying to jump out of her mouth.

Roland noticed her nervousness and grabbed her hand while smiling at her.

Alvera took a breath and looked at him, suddenly calmed for some reason.

Four hours of flight later, her excitement had died down significantly.

Seeing that Roland was still reading the documents, she pouted and closed her eyes to take a nap.

She was just about to slip into an uneasy dream when the plane started to rock up and down like a

roller coaster.

She woke up with a start and opened her eyes, a little flustered.

Alvera clenched her fists in a panic.

She couldn't be so unlucky. This was the first time she took a plane.

Roland held her hand and looked at her seriously.

Alvera asked confusedly, "Why is the plane shaking like this?"

"This is also the first time I've encountered such a situation."

"It can't be..." She didn't dare to say the word "accident".

"If we die today, do you regret coming with me?"

It was like a burden had been released from her heart suddenly. There was really nothing to be scared

of right now. Even if she died, she wouldn't die alone. Andrina would be devastated if she knew Roland

had died with her.

She smiled. "No, it's not bad to die with you."