ALICE THE MAGIC ANGEL
Episode 28's

Andrew Wijaya squinted his black eyes, looked at Eric's hand, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

For the first time, he felt someone's hand was so eye-catching.

"Andrew, I remember you once said this word."

Alice looked at Andrew Wijaya, with her mischievous eyes, "You said, I'm divorced or not, what does that have to do with you."

“Herbs, this is what you remember.” Andrew Wijaya said and suddenly smiled.

The little girl who always wanted to reply.

It turned out to be waiting for the moment to 'return' him.

"Well, I remember it very clearly."

Alice looked at him, looking dissatisfied, "I just want to see if it really has nothing to do with you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and closed the door.

Ruthlessly, he closed the door and left Andrew Wijaya outside.

...

At home, only Alice and Eric remain.

Alice was still wearing a men's suit.

Eric stretched out his hand to take off his suit, and said sadly, "it's been the night, Where have you been?"

Alice did not want to talk to him too much, and said lazily, "Is this something you are worried about?"

"Before we officially divorced, you were still my wife. If you do something that damages your reputation, you will humiliate my Fu family!"

"Oh .. This is what you care about?"

Alice glanced at him lazily, feeling hopeless, walked to the sofa and sat down.

He was kidnapped by the kidnappers for a moment and felt a little tired.

"Your body……"

Eric finds that his collar is torn, and it looks like he has been torn. The look on his face suddenly changed, "You and Andrew ?"

“Eric.” Alice sighed, “Please don't think carelessly. My clothes were torn by the kidnappers, and Andrew saved me.”

“Anapper? You kidnapped?!” Eric surprised.

The last sentence was the one Alice wanted to ask the most.

He had always felt heartache, he had done all the things that a wife should do in a virtuous and obedient manner.

With a sincere admiration of heart, but why was he never able to see or feel it?

"I… ..." Eric stopped, unable to answer.

He was right never to care about her.

He could not bear his marriage being used as a bargaining chip, he was unwilling that he would never be able to marry the woman he sincerely loved.

This feeling of restraint and coercion left him suffocating.

Perhaps some of this led her to infuriate Alice, blaming her for not refusing the marriage between the two families.

But he himself too, how could he have the courage to refuse what his family had arranged?

"I'm tired, you go."

Alice curled up on the soft sofa, then picked up a blanket and covered herself, "Tomorrow I'll tell people to change the door lock, you won't have to come looking for me anymore."

"Alice." Eric looked down and looked at her, "today I waited for you here for a long time."

"So, why?"

"When I wait for you, I think a lot."

He said in a low tone, slowly, "Perhaps, we can start all over again. I used to be so prejudiced against you, you might not be the woman I thought you were."

Alice smiled softly: "You're too silly. Do you think when you don't want it you can throw it away and when you want it back, you just take it back? I'm not an item. I'm human, there's blood and flesh, can cry and can laugh."

He showed his charming face calmly, without anger and igniting, but showed seriousness.

He went on to say, "You really don't know what kind of woman I am. You didn't know that I could play the piano, draw, and cook good dishes. When you get back drunk from socializing, I'll secretly make you soup to get rid of your hangover. I ironed every single one of your clothes myself."

This is what I do as your partner.

Eric never saw it.

Alice tells him because she wants him to know what she has lost.