Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

After putting the suitcase in a corner, Victoria trotted over to him and felt the temperature on his forehead.

'Are you feeling better, Hubby? I went back home to pack some clothes for you and even made you something to eat!"

She couldn't help baffling as she looked at him with her head tilted.

How come he wouldn't let her touch him again? She had only taken a trip home; he couldn't be mad at her again, could he? How could this man be harder to comfort than a rug rat when he was sick?

She was already used to his oddity when he barely even reacted to her, thinking he was just like that whenever he was sick. So she went to heat up the soup in the pantry before opening the suitcase and taking the tablet out. No longer hoping that a certain someone would come to his senses, Victoria presumably brought some stuff over to him.

"Hubby, your tablet! For you to work and watch some movies when you're bored!"

"Books; the dull and profound type. You can have a read before going to sleep..."

"A notebook and your usual pen! I've put some draft paper inside!"

Victoria placed the items by his bedside as she presented them, trotting back and forth, rendering Trevor rolling his eyes at her, dizzy.

Couldn't she just drag the suitcase over? Was she genuinely brainless, or did she want him to laugh at her?

Victoria listed as she walked, carrying a bunch of stuff in her arms, pausing midway, looking all loopy before turning back around, fumbling as she muttered to herself. Finally, Trevor could no longer contain his smile, deeply amused. Then, Victoria trotted over to him with a long gray candy-like bolster pillow in her arms the next second.

"Look what I brought you, Hubby!"

He hadn't a clue where she bought the pillow.

It was a simple cylindrical shape with its ends bunched up like a wrapped candy. There was a cartoon character in the middle; was it a cat or a fox? He hadn't a clue. Its eyes were closed, and there was a band-aid on his head, looking adorkable, very much like her when she was befuddled. It was quite a comfortable support, so he would always be in an excellent mood when he sat on the couch and looked at her with this bolster pillow supporting his back.

And right then, her response looked very much like that chubby dumb cat-fox with one of its paws akimbo and the other gesturing a 'peace' sign. It clearly looked idiotic, but its smug expression gave it an extremely contrasting adorableness, indescribably amusing! Victoria tried laboriously to pull the halfcompressed pillow out of the vacuum bag, even unknowingly arched her back as she exerted her strength. Her silly but adorableness had her looking a lot like a child using all of their strength. While she struggled, Trevor's lips unconsciously curved up once again.

Was she usually such a dumdum? Then again, how did she shove it in when it took her so much effort to pull it out?

Finally realizing what she should've done all along, she erected the pillow and stepped on the end of the bag. With one forceful tug, it was finally free. But the momentum had her faltering, leading her to step on her slipper accidentally and stumble face forward toward the bed.

"Ah..."

"Watch out, ow..."

Victoria reflexively put the pillow in front of her to protect her face, and Trevor also intuitively reached out to grab her. But he accidentally tugged on the IV drip needle, and some blood immediately oozed out, leading him to gnash his teeth in pain.

With the bolster pillow between her and the footboard, plus she managed to grab onto it, Victoria barely got a scratch. However, she was rendered shocked when she looked up at him, exclaiming as she stood back up.

"Doctor, doctor, nurse, he's bleeding!"

Victoria panicked, pressing onto his hand to stop the bleeding. "What should we do? How are you doing? Are you going to be fine? It's all my fault..."

Air embolism could get life-threatening, couldn't it?!

Seeing that her face blanched from fear, Trevor directly pulled the needle out.

Just then, the medical staff arrived and quickly sorted him out. Seeing that the bag was close to emptying, they decided to just remove it before treating the back of his hand.

"The capillary got traumatized from

the tug, so it's a little bruised, but

nothing to worry about. The swelling will reduce if you apply a cold

compress. You still have to get nes

plenty of rest and watch your diet for the time being; nothing raw, cold, or irritating... Call me whenever you feel any discomfort!"

Soon, the medical staff left. Victoria fiddled with her hands, clearly annoyed with herself; even her face was pale, looking like an erring child, not daring to make any noise for a long time. She had only wanted to lighten up the mood, but who would've thought she'd only make things worse. She then picked up the vacuum bag on the floor, scrunched it up, and threw it into the trash can, looking dejected.

What an idiot she was; she couldn't even get something so trivial right!

She didn't know why, but her downcast eyes were suddenly red-rimmed as she lowered her head, and very quickly, beads of tears began rolling down her cheeks. However, Trevor was in an inexplicably good mood right then. He couldn't explain it, but he would already be happy just looking at her, even if she did nothing.

Victoria picked up the pillow and buried her face in it, still unable to hold back her sniffles.

She had initially hoped he'd feel a little at home while staying here, wishing she could bring everything he'd use. But the accident got her feeling she had f*cked up again!

Turning around, Victoria decided to put the pillow back in the suitcase, only to be suddenly grabbed by the wrist. The next second, she felt a forceful tug, leading her to flump onto the bed. When their eyes met, Trevor was taken aback. "Are you crying?"

She hadn't gotten spooked, had she?

Looking up, Victoria sniffed hard. "No!"

But Trevor still wiped the tear trapped in the corner of her eye. "You're not crying because of your stupidity, are you? You're already an adult; it's not like I'll make fun of you!"

He didn't realize it, but brightness laced his eyes as he spoke.

Victoria threw herself into his arms, suddenly unable to contain herself. "I'm so sorry, Hubby, I didn't mean it! Not only did I not take good care of you, but I even made things worse. I'm really sorry..."

She was genuinely an idiot; she

couldn't even get such trivial things right! Only a tad bit of her mother's virtuousness had rubbed off on her, and worse, she had already forgotten a huge chunk of it. For the first time she genuinely thought she was an ineligible wife. She'd only occasionally reflect upon herself when she was in Grandma's kitchen with Alicia, lacking perseverance, even so, living however she wanted after going home. He seemed to have always been the one looking after her; no one had ever forced her to act a certain way. It suddenly struck her that she'd even mess house chores up if she didn't have any help. In a sense, she was a terrible wife!