Novel Palace
Chapter 25: The Anger In Her Eyes
Chapter 25: The Anger In Her Eyes
When Alvera came out of the kitchen with the chicken noodle soup, Roland was sitting on the sofa in
the living room.
She walked over and set the soup on the coffee table.
He was looking at a copy of Advanced Mathematics that she had left on the coffee table. She snatched
the book away and closed it with a snap. "Don't look at other people's stuff."
"Advanced Mathematics?" he asked. "Aren't you a little old for this?"
Alvera's face turned cold. She picked up the several exercise books on the table and put them to the
side. Her voice was tight and cold. "I was in prison at the age I was supposed to read these."
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Roland frowned unconsciously at the mention of prison.
He looked at her and said with an annoyed face, "It's your own fault for not studying well."
"Not studying well?" Alvera scoffed silently. "Me?"
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He knew nothing about her past. He had no right to say that.
Alvera clenched her fists and glared at him, her eyes was glowering with anger.
Once upon a time, she had worked so hard at her studies, all just so she could get into a good
university, find a good job, earn a decent living and escape Quebec City, escape the Earhart family with
her mother.
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Well now, this dream had been trampled into the ground by the Earhart family and this man in front of
her.
He saw the hatred in her eyes and said coldly, "Why, did I hit the nail on the head? You did this
yourself, there's no need to act like this now. What's the use of studying now?"
She gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger.
She couldn't let this b*stard see her pain.
She pursed her lips and smiled. "Drink the soup. Get yourself sober, then rest well."
After that, she picked up the books and turned to go upstairs.
"Stop there." Roland stopped her suddenly.
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He stood up, walked to her, and stared intently at her.
She kept her smile and asked, "Is there anything else you need, Mr. Francois?"
His eyes were cold. He grabbed her by the chin and warned, "Don't act in front of me. I'm sick of you
acting like this."
"Life is a drama, everyone is acting. If you really want to know what I'm thinking of underneath all
these, I'm happy to oblige. I want to kill you. I want to rip you apart and feed you to the dogs."
The smile lingered on her lips as she spoke.
Roland felt a chill down his spine when he heard her cruel words.
No one had ever dared to speak to him like this before, never.
This woman kept challenging the bottom line of his anger.
He gripped her chin tighter, but she did not even frown.
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He had nowhere to vent his anger, so he leaned down and bit her lips viciously.
The strong smell of alcohol entered her mouth.
The books in her arms all fell to the ground as she raised her arms and slapped his shoulders, trying to
break free.
Roland did not budge. He pinned her between his arms, not allowing her to move away.
She struggled the entire duration of the kiss.
When he finally let go of her, both of them were exhausted.
Alvera raised her hand to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist. "Alvera Earhart, you started this game.
Don't think you can still control it."
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Alvera's hands were shaking in anger as he let go of her wrists.
"Don't challenge me," he warned. "You're my legal wife now. No one will say anything even if I raped
you."
Alvera stepped back. Then she turned around and rushed to a candy box that was on a shelf in the
corner. She grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
The candy was very sweet. The sweetness dried up the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.
Roland frowned. Hes was confused when he saw her strange behavior.
Alvera swallowed the candy. "The act goes on, Mr. Francois. If you don't like it, you just have to endure
it for another four months. Once the contracted duration ends, we'll both be liberated. Mr. Francois, you
should take a bath and brush your teeth. Your breath stink."
She turned and went upstairs.
Roland watched her as she ascended.
He had never met such a woman.
Stubborn, strong, but also... fragile.
"Who are you, Alvera Earhart?" He thought to himself.
He looked down at the exercise book that fell open on the ground. The page of mathematical problems
was filled in with the answers.
He squatted down and picked up the exercise book.
A quick scan of the questions surprised him. The answers were all correct.
These problems were quite hard. It would but impossible to solve them without a decent foundation in
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How could an ignorant, rebellious girl do this?