Chapter 150: It Didn't Mean He's in Love with Her

As a result, it was him who got the coins. She clapped her hands and said everything would be all

better next year.

In fact, he knew that she was comforting him. The dumplings wrapped with coins must have been

marked beforehand and then were put in his bowl. The little girl had many wicked ideas, but he felt

warm in his heart.

That New Year's Eve, although invisible, he remembered it all his life.

Alan looked over at Ophelia’s drooping eyelids, tilted the corners of his mouth coldly, and took her

hand. "Go back to your room, it's cold outside.”

"Well, good.” She seemed a little sleepy. His palm was very warm. She would hold it tightly for a

lifetime, and would never let it be snatched by other women.

When he got into the room, he released her hand. "I'm going to take a bath.”

Ophelia rolled into the quilt, with a blush on her face. There was his refreshing breath in the quilt.

There was a short hair on the pillow. She took a pillow and held it in her arms. Her heart plumped

and jumped happily.

The sound of water dropping came from the bathroom, which was like the spring in the mountain.

His tall body reflected a faint shadow on the frosted glass. This man, who would belong to her

tonight, would belong to her thoroughly. Olive, if you continue to snatch with me, you would only

humiliate yourself. The ultimate winner was me.

Alan counted the time to go out of the bathroom. As he expected, the woman in bed had fallen

asleep. there was a happy smile on the corner of his lips that could not be put back in time.

He just put some medicine in her wine. She could play tricks. He could do it, too, and it was more

perfect than her.

This familiar face suddenly made him feel strange, Ophelia, you must keep a lot of things from me.

When Ophelia woke up the next day, Alan, dressing neatly, was sitting beside the bed and smiling at

her. "Good morning! I didn't expect that you wake up so early. I thought you were going to sleep a

little longer.

She blushed, but she couldn't remember what happened after he took a bath last night. It seemed

that she had fallen asleep while waiting for him. How could she fall asleep with such a good

opportunity?

Ophelia was upset for a while, but vaguely felt that something was wrong.

She was a doubting Thomas and naturally wondered if there was a problem with the alcohol she

drank before going to bed. Alan's change was a good thing for her, but changing too fast finally

made her uneasy. She can't see through his heart. He agreed to marry, but that didn't mean he fell

in love with her.

Not all the men and women who united were because of love, especially in their circle, love is a

cheap commodity. There were many couples who had different dreams in the same bed.

His unexpected change perhaps was compassion for her years of waiting, or, after years of

disappointment, his heart was dead. Either way, she couldn't be reconciled. She always felt that what

she lacked was the opportunity he gave her. Now that the opportunity came, it was impossible for

her to let it go. She would grasp it tightly, even if nothing happened last night.

The wine did not pass through his hands. The wineglass and wine were chosen by herself. There

could be no problem. She must have been too tired yesterday. She comforted herself. When he

smiled at this moment, the uncertain doubts disappeared.

How could Alan not be clear about Ophelia's doubts? He was not afraid of her to think deeply that

this woman was too anxious to marry with him. Even if she had eaten a dumb loss, it would be

buried in her heart and would not utter a sound.

Suddenly, he became disgusted with this face. He thought that she would not be a bad woman

except for the indulgence and capriciousness before. But now, he began to doubt it.

Dave always disliked her. Sometimes he was asked to do something for her, he was unwilling. This

assistant, who did not like to speak ill of others behind their backs, did a disservice to Ophelia and

said she was very fictitious.

At that time, he just laughed and didn’t think much about it for all spoiled ladies have vanity.

Now think about it. Maybe he missed some important information in the illusion of childhood.

But now, he could not bear to think more. The sound of the door keyhole whirling gently reminded

him that it was time to go downstairs. Seeing her huddled in the quilt, he smiled softly and said,

"Well, It's time to get up. Go and make breakfast for the new year.”

Ophelia lifted up the quilt and turned over. "At once, I'm ready to change my clothes.”

Usually she tried to stay on, but at the moment she’s real fast.

Alan’s mom had kept a room for Ophelia in the next room, coming and going, and she was staying

here for a long time.

When they went downstairs together, Alan's mom was sitting in the hall drinking tea leisurely.

Ophelia went over and said, "Mom, why don't you sleep more?"

"How did you sleep last night?" Mrs. Hoyle smiled and asked, ambiguous eyes flowing between the

two. The eldest son finally understood and offered to get married. Last night, she just used New

Year's Day to let them have their wedding night ahead of schedule.

Although her body had been operated on and her heart had been changed, it was probably

unknown how many years she would live. She was looking forward to holding her grandson in her

lifetime. Even if she saw her husband underground at that time, she would have a confession.

"All right!" Ophelia blushed. "I'll go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.”

Mrs. Hoyle waved to her son and patted the sofa beside her. "Alan, come here. I have something to

tell you.”

Alan went over and sat down. "Mom, go ahead."