Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)



Lauren had been feeling jumpy the entire day for some reason, checking Yvette's class's group chat and the surveillance compulsively from time to time, only having a moment's relief when she saw her baby girl.

Though her mind mainly had been elsewhere, she still somehow made it through the day, feeling unprecedentedly exhausted when they called it a day.

Massaging her neck, Lauren checked the surveillance out of habit while pouring herself a cup of water. Seeing that Yvette crafted while she pronounced some Spanish words, she smiled and locked her phone.

"Already past three-thirty!"

The school would dismiss soon; it seemed that she had truly been overly nervous!

She texted Willy when she returned to her director's chair, finally wholly at ease when she learned he was already on his way to pick their baby girl up.

Right as she sat down, the person in charge went up to her.

"Tevye, are you alright? You're all over the place today; is everything alright? Nora's concert is starting real soon; everything has to be perfect. Are you going to be okay?"

"I heard many managing directors will be coming; something to do with several major collaborations and parts of the company's dual listing during later operations. This involves all of us; the slightest change will affect everything else!"

That was why they had been working overtime nearly every day that month. No one dared to ignore anything on the schedule; even their boss was diligent!

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm just a backup, not the main act. I might not even need to step in!" Lauren unconsciously took a deep breath as she joked. "Maybe because many things have happened lately, and I've taken such a long break that I can't focus. I can't stop feeling jumpy; I wonder if something bad will happen..."

It was then she remembered this was also a problematic event. Could it be that the sense of foreboding she'd been feeling was about the concert later and not Yvette?

Worried that she'd jinx it, Lauren immediately got herself together and said, "Maybe we should go and double-check with Nora! Let's hope that I'm just too nervous and over-worried!"

"Yeah, sounds good! I can join you for some fresh air and relax in the meantime."

They crossed the building to the iconic auditorium as they spoke.

The kindergarten had a sports event the next day, so the teaching staff had all the children assemble in the field half an hour before dismissal that day and handed them animal wristband badges and balloons as mementos.

As it was approaching dismissal when they dispersed, the teaching staff decided just to let the children play around. Hence, they were split into different areas according to their classes, and the entire kindergarten instantly went wild.

After receiving a bunny wristband and pink balloon, which Yvette loved, she wrapped it around the strap of her bag before swinging the balloon as she beckoned her friend.noveldrama

"Falynn, let's play here!"

As the two walked to one side hand in hand, Falynn looked curiously toward her hand. "Yvette, your balloon is pretty; mine's green, not nice. I like pink more!"

"I like pink too! Green balloons are also pretty; grasses are green. Not too bad..." "You're right; they look nice together! I got a cute kitty like my cat, Basil. But the kitty on my wristband is orange while Basil is white like the snow. It's really pretty..."

Yvette looked over and fiddled with the cat head on Falynn's hand, saying with a smile. "You're number two; me too. We'll be sitting on yellow chairs tomorrow! Let's sit together, okay, Falynn?"

"Sure! What is yours? Why don't you have one?"

The girls skipped, sticking their heads together every now and then as they talked merrily. As Yvette giggled, she clutched her handbag, all smug. "Mine looks better. I'm not telling you. I'll let you see if you can catch me..."

With that, she turned around and ran with her balloon. The two girls ran and chased after each other in a corner, having a good time. "Got you; show me! Wow... a bunny. Aw, my favorite white color. Yours is nicer than mine. We're both number two anyway; let's switch..." "No, no switching. I'll let you play with it for a while!"

As the two messed around, Yvette reeled and tripped over something, turning around, falling face down, "Ouch..." "Yvette!" Falynn ran up to her, stopping short when she saw Yvette on top of a boy.

Yvette kept her eyes shut tight, not daring to open them for a long time, thinking she'd hurt from the fall.

"Little witch! You're squishing me; get up!"

Hearing the familiar voice, seeing she was on top of the big meanie, Yvette rolled over and clambered up, glancing at him before she patted off the dust on her skirt. Falynn went up to her and tugged on her sleeve, glancing over at the boy, who towered over the two of them, looking fearful.

Clearly unbothered, Yvette turned around and asked her, "Falynn, is my back dirty? Help me dust it off!"

But before Falynn even moved, Clinton shot a cold glance over. "Idiot! You didn't even hit the ground; how are you dirty?! You only cause nothing but harm to others, you little witch!"

He elegantly dusted his shirt as she spoke. "I saved you, little witch; shouldn't you say thanks?"

Yvette bore into him with her big round eyes but said sweetly, "Of course, I have to thank you when you praise me like this!"

"Praise... praise you?"

Clinton stumped for a few seconds, wondering when he had praised her before sneering, "Huh, how shameless. As expected of a little witch..." Glancing at him with a tilted head, Yvette suddenly stepped forward and looked up at him.

"I know you keep calling me 'little witch' because you like me. You want me to thank you?"

Having never seen such a

narcissistic little girl, Clinton's gaze at her was nothing but teasing disdain. He instinctively bent over when she beckoned him closer with a finger, thinking she wanted to

whisper an apology to him. 9.1

as he wanted to say, 'You can talk now; I can hear', Yvette suddenly stood on her toes and kissed his cheek before running back to Falynn to drag her away. After they were far enough, Yvette turned to look at Clinton and pulled a face.

"That's what you get fro calling me a 'little witch'. So what if I am a little witch? You're also a monster now after I kissed you. You'll also be cursing yourself if you curse me, you big monster. Hmph..."

After shouting happily, Yvette took Falynn's hand and ran away again, stopping mid- way once, blowing a raspberry at Clinton, who was spacing out behind them.

The two ran to a large tree aside, huffing and puffing as they patted their chest. One girl leaned against the tree to ensure no one chased after them before the two stood close together.

"You're so awesome, Yvette! Aren't you afraid of the older boys? I was so scared that he would beat you up..."

"He wouldn't dare! If he dares to hit me, I'll tell the teachers and my daddy. My daddy's really awesome; he'll protect me!"

"But why did you kiss him? My mommy said girls can't simply kiss people, or we'll get sick, apart from our mommy and daddy! Didn't your mommy teach you this?"

"She did! But my mommy said I can't

let people kiss me; she didn't say I can't kiss other people! Have I forgotten? I'll ask my mommy again! But it's his fault for calling me 'little But it's his witch all the time, so I'll disgust him with my saliva. Hehe... Let's see if hell ever call me that again!"

"You're so smart, Yvette!"

"Here, take the bunny, let's play-"

As the girls talked, their balloons popped with a loud bang, leading them to jolt in fear.

"Ah!"

Looking up to see Fleur swinging a yellow balloon in one hand and holding a stick in another, Yvette hit the roof. "Why did you pop our balloon?!" "You stole my daddy and even kissed Clinton! You're a little witch; you're as shameless as your mommy!"

"You're the shameless one! He's MY daddy!"

Roaring, Yvette wasn't going to back down from this fight, "You're not my daddy's daughter! You're the one who came and stole my daddy; you're the shameless one! My daddy said I'm his only daughter!"

She then charged forward and popped Fleur's balloon, retaliating.

"You a*shole! How dare you pop my balloon?!"

With that, Fleur shoved her, leading her to stumble, then shoving back. "You popped my balloon first!"

Just like that, the two started fighting under the tree.

Yvette was still smaller, so Fleur

managed to shove her to the ground in no time. Falynn wanted to break、 them apart but couldn't do anything, only shouting aside the whole time. Because the three were in the corner, half obstructed by the tree, no one came over the entire time.

Yvette refused to yield either, fighting back.

"This is my bag; why are you pulling on my bag?"

"You popped my balloon; this is mine now!"

"You popped mine first!"

"You even ruined my wristband and uniform. I'm going to tell the teacher. Give this to me!"

"Don't take my bag..."

Fleur won in the end, and Yvette could only watch as her favorite Bree bag left her, crying in anger. Fleur, on the other hand, slung it across her shoulder and walked away like a reigning champion, even pulling a face before she went far.

Falynn went up to Yvette and helped her up.

"Don't cry anymore, Yvette. Wipe your tears away. Your clothes are dirty too! The teachers don't like us fighting. If they find out, you'll be taken for a

time-out!"

"Forget about the bag; there's nothing important inside anyway. Just say you lost it and ask your daddy to buy you another one! Don't let the teachers see it, or they'll tell our parents again!"

Yvette nodded as she stifled her sobs, tears still pooling in her eyes. "You're right, but that bag looks like Bree, my favorite bag!"

"But the grown-ups don't like children fighting. That Fleur is so horrible..."

"Yeah. I can't let Mommy and Daddy know; they'll be sad. I'll forget about it then!"

Right then, two men, one holding a pair of binoculars and the other talking on his phone as he scrolled through some pictures, sat inside a premium

black sedan outside the school.

"What? You want us to kill her? But you said to only kidnap?"

How had it become a murder act?