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.


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    "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 nned that Davis would marry her.


    The difference between them is too big. She is just a Cindere, 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 copse when she bes


    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 littlefort. Her heart bes 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.


    Shees 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 neverpromise.


    "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 orter. Alisa''s mind conjures up the terrible appearance


    of bing 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 mncholy, 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 re of sunlightes 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 ck 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 sunsses and puts them on so that she is relieved.


    "Good morning, Miss Alisa!"


    Annes in to clean up the room. She feels very strange when she sees Alisaing out of the


    room with sunsses on.


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


    "Oh, I didn’t sleep wellst night. My eyes are very ufortable 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 windowst 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 sexst night.


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


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


    Alisa bes 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 arge hill, rows of neat graves and tombstones in the distance.


    This is another world where everyone is sleeping there.


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


    "Here we are, Miss Alisa!" Jordan stops the car. Alisa holds the sunsses, 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 be monotonous ck and white.


    Sometimes it takes time to adapt to a reality.


    Alisa stops in front of Naylor''s tombstone, on which his ck-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, Ie 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 uncontrobly.


    "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 wille 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."