"Wear this for a while," Devan said as he put the shirt in his hand on the bed and then turned and left the room without waiting for Anna's response.
"How do you know?" Anna muttered as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She imdiately checked the blanket covering her body, worried that so parts of her body were exposed without her knowing.
But after examining it, imdiately a sigh of relief could be heard escaping from between her lips as her fears just now turned out to be futile.
Seeing the door to the room which was closed tightly, Anna did not wait any longer and imdiately grabbed the shirt and put it on.
It looked huge, its length almost touched Anna's knees, not only that, her hands were not visible at all even after she straightened her arms. Even so, Anna felt that this was better than wearing nothing at all.
"Already?" Devan's voice ca back.
"Yes," said Anna, using the towel that had been removed from her body to dry her hair which was still very wet. Occasionally she winced at the bruises and cuts on her hands.
At the sa ti, Devan opened the door.
"Tsk, he didn't even let linger alone in the room," Anna muttered in a very small voice when she saw the man co back in. Even though she had previously said she would treat the wound herself.
For a mont they both forgot what happened a mont ago.
Seeing Anna's appearance, a smirk plastered on Devan's lips, he then walked over to the woman.
"W-what do you want to do?"
"Stop right there," Anna said as she raised her index finger to ask the man to stop.
But unfortunately, Devan ignored it and continued to walk closer to Anna, making the woman take a step back as Devan was getting closer to her.
Anna's footsteps didn't stop once until her body reached the wall of the room.
Devan smiled.
"W-why are you smiling like that?" Anna stuttered then raised her hands to cover her chest, looking warily at Devan who was now only a few steps away from her.
Anna's breath caught without her noticing. Now Devan was standing in front of her, they were very close. The man looked at her without blinking a bit, causing Anna to swallow her saliva roughly.
"W-what are you going to do?" stamred Anna.
"What are you thinking, with your appearance like this, do you think, what am I going to do?"
Hearing that, Anna shook her head and then turned her face to the side, avoiding the man's gaze who was getting closer to her face.
Her body suddenly stiffened when she felt the heat from Devan's breath. No one knows what got into her so Anna closed her eyes.
Seeing that, the corners of Devan's lips lifted into an arc.
"What are you thinking?" Devan whispered right in Anna's ear, one of his hands then grabbed Anna's hand, at the sa ti he pulled his face away.
And it managed to make Anna startled, imdiately opened her eyes and looked at Devan who was currently rolling up the sleeves that dangled past her fingertips.
Devan chuckled when he saw Anna gawking with red cheeks.
"You want ?" Asked Devan openly, intending to seduce the woman standing right in front of her.
Hearing that, Anna glared sharply and tried to pull her hand away but failed, "What are you saying? Don't think anything of it."
Devan chuckled, lowered Anna's right hand then grabbed the other, doing the sa as before.
If Devan was honest, Anna's current appearance looked so adorable, and his oversized shirt clinging to her body made his wild side thrash about.
"What are you thinking? Throw away your dirty thoughts," said Anna.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Hmm?" Devan's reply made Anna turn her face the other way. Anna couldn't lie. Yes, she did have such thoughts before.
And now, she had cursed herself many tis. How could she have such thoughts after being tortured by Byanca? Anna couldn't understand herself.
Byanca's attitude towards her was clear, Byanca wanted her to stay away from Devan, but for so reason, the other side of Anna refused, and wanted to continue to be around him.
Has she now turned into an evil woman?
No matter how hard she thought, Anna still couldn't find an explanation for her current feelings, the more she tried to stay away from and reject Devan, sohow another feeling grew inside her.
This was the first ti she had felt anything like this in her life.
Anna was silent for a long ti and did not realize that Devan had brought her to sit on the sofa and treat her wound.
"I'm sorry," said Anna suddenly making Devan stop moving his hand.
"You're not wrong."
"I've made Byanca angry, my presence here only ruins your relationship," said Anna.
"I just know you as a friend, Devan, I don't want more than that," she added.
Hearing Anna's words, Devan's jaw tightened. "Do you love Brian?" He asked looking into Anna's eyes.
Anna didn't answer.
"Isn't your husband Nicho? How can that man claim you to be his wife?"
"I am his wife," replied Anna.
Now it was Devan's turn to be silent, frozen in place. "So Nicho?"
"He's just a friend, nothing more."
"Friend?"
Anna nodded in agreent.
"So, Dave is your son with Brian?" asked Devan back to continue his activities.
"How did you know my son's na?" Anna asked back, raising her gaze to look at Devan who was busy with the wound on her palm.
"How am I supposed to know his na, it doesn't matter," Devan replied that second.
"Y-you've t?" Anna stuttered, her heart suddenly racing.
"So what if so? And why if not?" he asked.
"I-I just wanted to know," replied Anna.
"You haven't answered my question, Anna," said Devan, instantly raising his gaze to look at Anna, who also did the sa thing.
"Which is your question?"
"Is that Dave your son with Brian?" asked Devan repeating the previous sentence.
Anna choked, suddenly lost her vocabulary, she didn't know how to respond.
"He-He's just my son," Anna said after a few minutes of silence.
"What do you an?" Devan frowned.
"Would you believe when I said Dave was your son?"
Tense.
Devan stiffened, tightened his grip on Anna's hand, causing the woman to wince again.
"What are you saying?" Devan's tone changed.
"Tsk, I was just kidding. How could Dave be your son?" Anna laughed softly.
"Are you done? I want to go to the kitchen, I'm thirsty," added Anna again releasing Devan's hand, then got up from her position, wanting to get out of there. At this ti, Anna again cursed herself for saying that, previously she might get carried away from the situation. Now she is struggling to find a diversion.
Suddenly, Devan grabbed Anna's arm again and forced her to sit down.
"Anna, I'm serious. Why did you change the subject and want to leave?"
"Is that true?" he added again, his breath faintly ragged.
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