A Wild and Hot Cutie

Chapter 243 I can torture you in many ways

The two lie on the bed exhausted finally. Alisa's breathing is disordered. She reaches out her hands

and to touches the bed. She feels touches a lot of scattered hair. She is shocked in her heart and

immediately grabs her hair randomly immediately, then stuffs them under the pillow.

The cold feeling of panic makes she feels upset in h heart.

She is resting on his strong and broad arms, and the room is full of his masculinity.

"Davis, are you asleep?"

Alisa breaks the silence of the night after a long silence.

"Well, no, I am not."

Davis's big hand still lingers on her soft body.

Alisa grabs his big hand and says seriously, "Do you love me?"

Davis is stunned. He turns her over. They are facing each other. They can feel each other's breath

although they cannot see each other's eyes clearly.

"Didn't I prove enough just now?" Davis says grimly.

What is in this little woman’s mind, he wishes to devote the whole love to love her.

How she can ask such a foolish question?

"Oh, no, that is not for that. Men are animals that think with their lower bodies."

"Is that right? Then my lower body still loves you very much, which means that I love you at the same

time."

"Hey, you are not serious. I'm serious. Davis, do you love me?"

Alisa feels loss in her heart suddenly, as if she is floating in outer space.

Davis takes her little hand, puts it under his lips, and kisses it little by little.

"Yes, of course I love you! If I don't love you, what do I leave you here for?"

"But do you want us to live together like this forever?"

Alisa actually wants to ask him, why don't you marry me?

In fact, she never thought about it before, because she never planned that Davis would marry her.

The difference between them is too big. She is just a Cinderella, but he is a billionaire business tycoon.

That is enough for her to be his mistress in his opinion.

However, she is not satisfied now, not because of money, but because of the baby in her stomach.

It's strange that she thinks more about the future of her child when she has a child.

She hopes to have a stable family. There can be a healthy family, a healthy father love and mother love

after the baby is born.

Davis doesn't expect Alisa to ask such a question. He is shocked slightly.

"Don't you want to live with me?"

Alisa is a little upset. "Have you never thought about getting married with me?"

Davis is silent. The word "marriage" seems too heavy. Another woman has persecuted him today.

Alisa’s self-esteem hurts seriously when she sees that Davis is in silence.

She says angrily, "I know that you has never thought of getting marriage, forget it as if I never asked

you."

Tears still trickle down when she turns around.

Davis stretches out his hand to break turn her over, but Alisa struggles with him stubbornly, so Davis

has to get up and sleep on the other side of her. But she turns around again and leaves him a cold

back when Davis just lies down. Davis still can't see Alisa's face after four or five times of struggling like

this.

"Silly girl, are you afraid you can't get married?" Davis says jokingly.

Alisa wipes her tears. "I am not afraid that I won't get married. However, maybe some self-righteous

fool is only to worry about not getting a wife."

Davis holds Alisa in his arms from behind. "Uh, well, fools can't marry their wives. However, a rich and

handsome man like me will still get a wife."

"Huh!" Alisa still ignores him, not knowing why she is still sad.

Davis buries his face in the back of her neck, breathing the fragrance of her body greedily, and the

softness spread out in his heart.

"Silly girl, of course I will marry you." He holds her tightly. How can he not marry her? His life is hers.

How can he let go?

"Then will you still love me if I get old and ugly?" Alisa tries to say what she has in mind.

In fact, the point is that she is worried about the love between them will collapse when she becomes

old and ugly.

The most important is that her life seems to be slipping down that road now.

"Alisa, you are really stupid sometimes. You are so old and ugly now. I don't hate you. You should feel

lucky. I love you not because of your beauty."

Davis's words makes Alisa feel a little comfort. Her heart becomes calm.

"By the way, Davis, I'm going to worship my father tomorrow."

"Well, I will ask Jordan to take you to the cemetery."

"No, I don't like so many people following me. I just want to talk to Dad alone."

Alisa was so sad that she didn't even want to attend the funeral when Naylor died.

Maybe the injury is too deep, so that she dare not face it.

She comes out of the pain slowly and faces it bravely now.

"No, you can't do it alone. You can let him wait for you at the entrance of the cemetery if you don't like

it."

It's about her safety. Davis will never compromise.

"Okay! I'm sleeping!"

"Well, good night!"

Alisa hasn't turned around. She still holds a handful of hair in her little hand. Her heart is so sad. She

will lose all her hair if she falls like this sooner or later. Alisa's mind conjures up the terrible appearance

of becoming a monster.

Meanwhile, Davis also holds a messy hair in his hand. He just wants to take her to his arms, but he

stops because he is afraid of being found by her.

He just watches her fall asleep. After a long time, he hears her steady breathing. His sleepiness is

gone. He gets up, goes to the window and begins to smoke.

The night is full of deep sorrow melancholy, just like his mood at the moment, so dark and everything

cannot be seen.

Alisa wakes up from her dream the next morning suddenly. She thinks of the hair in her bed

immediately.

The sky has been bright at this time. The glare of sunlight comes in from the window. The room is full of

light and the things on the bed are clearly seen.

Alisa gets up in a panic, searches all over the bed, and finds only a handful of black hair under her

pillow.

Thankfully, it isn't as terrible as she thinks.

She gets up, rushes to the bathroom and looks into her eyes through the mirror.

Her eyes are still very terrible and full of red bloodshot.

She runs to the dressing room, takes out her sunglasses and puts them on so that she is relieved.

"Good morning, Miss Alisa!"

Ann comes in to clean up the room. She feels very strange when she sees Alisa coming out of the

room with sunglasses on.

"Miss Alisa, why do you wear sunglasses at home?"

"Oh, I didn’t sleep well last night. My eyes are very uncomfortable against the bright sun. I shed tears

easily so that I cover them."

Ann returns to her senses immediately and closes the window hurriedly.

"Miss Alisa, all it's my fault. I shouldn't have opened the window in the morning."

But in fact, she closed the window last night. There is a big ashtray on the windowsill. It is full of

cigarette butts and ashes. Ann is shocked. She knows it is Davis who opened the window.

"Miss Alisa, oh, Master Davis smoked so many cigarettes all night. How can this be? This cigarette is

not a good thing. It will cause lung cancer all the time. "Ann is just a servant of Davis's family, but she

has already integrated into the family and regards the master as her family member.

Alisa takes off her hair under the pillow quietly. She goes to the front of the windowsill, and watches

Ann clean the windowsill. It is a mess full of ashtray, which makes her a little sad.

Davis fell asleep after they had made sex last night.

Why is there a pile of ash here? Didn't he fall asleep and smoke here last night?

Why? Why is he so upset? Is it because of what she said?

Alisa becomes gloomy, feeling that an invisible crisis is always lurking between the two people.

"Ann, when did Davis leave?"

Ann recalls and says, "It's about five o'clock in the morning. He told me when he left, asked me to

prepare breakfast for you when he left, and then let Jordan take you to the cemetery."

He should have left so early.

In fact, Davis stayed up all night holding Alisa's hair in his hand. He only feels that her life is away from

him gradually, but he is helpless.

"Oh, okay!" Alisa is listless in the basement while eating breakfast without taste.

Last night's good mood seems to evaporate with the morning sun.

Maybe she is not in a good mood at all.

Jordan drives her to the cemetery after breakfast.

The cemetery is far away from the urban area, and it takes about an hour to drive before seeing it.

They can see a large hill, rows of neat graves and tombstones in the distance.

This is another world where everyone is sleeping there.

Every living person will finally come here and be silent in the earth.

"Here we are, Miss Alisa!" Jordan stops the car. Alisa holds the sunglasses, picks up a bunch of white

chrysanthemums, and walks out of the car.

"Just wait for me here!" Alisa says faintly, Jordan nods and stands at the door.

The cold wind is blowing, and the trees and dead leaves in the cemetery fall on her shoulders.

It's really depressing. The picture has become monotonous black and white.

Sometimes it takes time to adapt to a reality.

Alisa stops in front of Naylor's tombstone, on which his black-and-white picture is still very clear with a

faint smile on his face.

Tears trickle out of her eyes, and Alisa puts the flowers in front of Naylor's tombstone.

"Dad, I come here to see you. Can you hear me?"

Alisa's voice is very low and weak with a trace of pain that can't be relieved, and she misses her family

deeply.

Death is irreversible, and the lost will be forever. No matter how much you care about a person, you will

lose him eventually.

Alisa's tears flow uncontrollably.

"Dad, I really miss you, you know? I'm a real orphan now! What I said before is mad at you, and you

were not with me in those years. I worked hard to alive, because I believe you will come back someday,

so I have to be my own. I want to show you. I am the best woman even if my father is not around. I can

be a good baby."

Alisa sobs. It is more like a painful lump.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Can you hear me? I'm really helpless now."

"Alisa, you're not alone, I am here with you."