Anya was scolding herself for throwing the stone at her own feet. She also gave a thought about why Alvin doesn't like the hospital and was it similar to her son?
Suddenly her heart leaped to her throat when his cold voice rang, "LITTLE DONUT."
She ran inside the room and saw the blushing nurse holding the tray that had dicine for treating Alvin's wound, the doctor was confused with the sudden outburst of Alvin and the latter was standing like an emperor who was going to announce the punishnt for nation treachery.
Alvin's eyes shifted to Anya and ordered her, "I don't trust them. You do it"
The doctor: "..."
Anya understood the reason why Alvin and her son preferred not to go to the hospital. They can't trust unknowns. She has to stay next to her son when he gets treated. He is a kid so she thought he didn't feel safe around others. Nevertheless, Alvin was no different.
However, Alvin's behavior was valid too as they were on Harper's turf. "Let the doctor do his work, Alvin. I will be right here. Alright?" Her anger and worry had vanished the mont she recalled her son. Hence she was calm and gently coaxed him.
Alvin contemplated for a few seconds hearing her sweet voice. He sat on the bed giving her another look. He had no idea his behavior was making her recall her son and miss him more. Her son would give her a cute pleading gaze, asking her to take him away and Alvin was giving her an oppressing gaze, asking her to keep her eyes open.
Shaking her head in resignation, she took a look at the wound once he lifted his shirt at the doctor's request. The blood was drying up, it was so close to the spinal cord and the wound wasn't deep. Yet it will be painful as it will restrict him to stretch. She glanced at his side profile, he was sitting as if it wasn't his wound being treated.
The doctor didn't seem to take Alvin's words seriously. Probably he must have had a lot of experience handling such arrogant young masters, so he focused on his work. His careful actions were smooth and clean.
After treating the wound, the doctor reminded them once, "Don't do any vigorous exercises, it will reopen the wound and bleed again. Keep the wound dry. The muscle tear needs ti to recover. Get it redressed in the morning."
Alvin looked at Anya who nodded like a dutiful wife listening carefully to take care of her husband. He saw her lips move, "I…" He cut in imdiately, "My wife will redress my wound." He didn't want to step in there again.
Anya: "..."
She wanted to say, 'I will bring him for redressing.' And this man shoved her words back to her stomach.
Alvin held her hand and started walking outside. Anya tried to hold him back but he didn't stop. Turning around, she quickly nodded at the doctor, "Thank you so much, doctor. And sorry about his temper."
The doctor was the sa one who gave her painkiller so he smiled in response.
As soon as she turned, Alvin halted and glared at her. She smiled awkwardly hoping she didn't offend him due to the apology, "It's good to be well-mannered." The doctor and nurses were doing their job how tired they might be. There is no wrong in saying good words that could lighten their mood and bring a smile to their face.
Alvin snickered in his mind. Well, she was the sa ruthless woman who knocked the man to the pole, and now, she was being so polite.
Well, his focus was on a different matter, "Which kitchen do you want? Western? Asian? Continental? Dessert?..."
Her jaws dropped, grasping she has to make sothing delicious for him on the ship. 'Damn, why do I always overthink?' She almost thought she couldn't keep her words.
He tugged her towards the elevator as he added, "Take your ti and decide."
Anya took a few seconds to calm her bewildernt, "Are you hungry?"
"No."
"Are we allowed to use the kitchen?"
"Money does wonder."
She was stupid to ask that question. "Then why do you want to eat?"
He changed his words without any sha, "I am hungry." He wasn't going to accept that he liked how she offered to make sothing for him.
The handso devil is a tsundere child. Anya chuckled at her thought as she entered the elevator with him.
She saw one of the security n still following them to the elevator. The man noticed her gaze and reported, "Mr. and Mrs. Collins, the security officer, asked to guard you to avoid any more attacks on you."
Alvin ignored him and Anya nodded in response, "I am sorry for the trouble." The security officer wasn't involved with Harper's plan as far as she knows. Hence she wasn't rude to the man. That doesn't an she will let her guard down. Believing anybody in their situation is foolishness. She won't be surprised if Mr. Wright, the old man, was involved with Harper.
"It's my duty, Mrs. Collins." The security staff mber was about to flash her a smile but a cold ran down his spine. Shifting his gaze, he caught the icy dark eyes and looked away from them imdiately.
Anya could only sigh in resignation. First, they went to their cabin to change his clothes that had bloodstains. Anya, who was sipping water, choked on it when Alvin stood in front of her and looked down at her accusingly.
"Don't flirt with other n." She talks sweetly with a smile, he knew the n too well. They will think of her politeness as flirting.
'When did I flirt? What does he an by other n? Did he perhaps misunderstand as I am flirting with him?' She was confused.
He held her hand and took her out as if she might go back on her words and run away.
— — —
After an hour, Alvin enjoyed the donut made by his Little Donut. "You know how to cook!!" He sounded surprised.
Anya dried her wet hands rolling her eyes, "Young master, I am not rich like you to have maids for everything."
He had no preference other than no spicy food. Hearing him call her 'Little Donut,' she chose to bake a donut and covered every side of it with cinnamon sugar.
She took a donut that had the chocolate topping and tasted it. Though she wasn't an excellent cook, she could make decent food. All the more, she was willing to improve her cooking skills as Zane loves her food. He was her biggest encouragent in everything she does.
He asked after a bite, "You want maids?"
"I don't want to live your lifestyle." She likes her life as it was.
Alvin's movents paused hearing her. He is aware she likes to do her work on her own. After so thinking, he resud eating.
"Chocolate?" Anya offered the second donut to her and he turned it down, "I don't like that."
"Oh…" She looked away and took a bite of donut. Zane doesn't like chocolates. He always feeds the chocolates to her
'Why do they have so many similarities?' She swallowed hard thinking whether she should take a long holiday and leave the city for so ti.
She should avoid Alvin or Linus eting her son at any cost. Although Linus appears rash on the surface due to his direct talk, he was very attentive to people's behavior like Alvin.
'I am overthinking again. There are many people who have similarities. I can just say it's a coincidence.' Her head tilted causing Alvin to look at her. He saw Anya having a silly smile before she took another bite.
"Dinner on you."
Anya snapped back to reality and furrowed at his order, "I am not your maid." She probably would have considered if he requested.
He shrugged, "You are my wife."
Then they continued to banter. "I will break your head."
"I won't make you a widow."
"Alvin Ma…"
"Yes, my dear wife?" It wasn't like she was married to sobody, what's the problem in calling her a wife? He actually liked it.
"I won't talk with you."
"Little Donut."
"Hmm?"
The arrogant smirk graced his face hearing her response.
Anya gritted her teeth, "No more donuts for you." She was about to take the plate from the counter, and Alvin grabbed it. "Alvin… Give the donut back…" There was only one left. She tried to hold the plate and he swung his hand to the other side. "Alvin…"
Alvin held the plate high up as he stepped away. He couldn't believe it just takes her a few seconds to change from a sweet little lady to a fierce wild kitten, "Behave Little Donut…"
"You learn it first." Anya countered and jumped to reach the plate.
Alvin had no space behind him to move. Seeing her hand close to the plate to steal his donut, his free hand quickly wrapped around her waist without thinking.
Anya gasped when he pulled her to him. Her legs were in the air, her right hand was stilled above her head. Frozen in his arm, she stared into his rarely seen carefree eyes.
Alvin regretted holding her midair against his body, without her hands between them. His Adam's apple bobbed looking at her unwavering gaze, feeling her curves. Although he tried to think straight, his mind just refused.
His eyes moved down to her lips when they parted. Those luscious lips looked tempting. Up so close, he could see brown chocolate smudged on her lips. He craved to taste it, or was it her lips?
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