Returning to Anya's room. Alvin watched her sleeping under the warm duvet, floating in her dreamland. He assumed she didn't know the trouble she was in.

He was aware she might not be able to wake up, yet, he still wanted to give it a try. He grabbed a glass from the bedside table and it was empty. So he went to the bathroom. Filling the glass with water, he was exiting the bathroom when he noticed the nightdress on the counter. He clenched and unclenched his right fist, multiple times before grabbing the clothes.

He threw the nightdress on the bed and sprinkled water on her face. Once, twice and thrice until he made her uncomfortable in sleep. He breathed out loudly and kept the glass away. He couldn't understand why he was paranoid about her safety. His job was only to get the hard disk and he fell into a predicament.

'Must be because of Uncle.' Bernard had asked him to shift her to a safe place so he blamed Bernard for his behavior.

He mulled about staying in her villa until she woke up but.. What if she is the mole, dealing with other people?

His eyes brushed over her petite face. Her eyebrows were tight as if uncomfortable due to something. She should be comfortable on her bed, then what is she troubled with? His train of thoughts deviated.

He almost lifted the duvet and stopped himself at the neck of the time. It took him a few seconds of observation to note that she was shifting the position of her head. Lifting her head, he removed the hair tie. He left her head back on the pillow.

His finger brushed over her dark brown hair. He enjoyed the feel of her silky hair against his calloused fingertips. The hair lock slipped his fingers and fell on the pristine pillow. He felt her hair short, very short. He hardly saw women having short hair.

He shook his head to disperse his thoughts and focused on the issue. He couldn't stay in the villa. He doesn't have to put himself in danger for a stranger who threw him out of the house. In short, she wasn't worth his life to be in danger.

At the same time, He didn't want to take her away and look after her. If she escapes, he will be caught in another big headache.

Leaving her in the villa didn't seem a better idea but he had no choice. He hoped she wasn't dealing with any wrong people and the night could pass smoothly for her.

He turned his heels but the sight of her nightdress halted his steps. He didn't fancy dressing her, at the same time he didn't want to leave her like that. If she wears nothing, it would be a clear invitation for any man. He had seen her naked, she had an admirable figure. Well, some men don't care whether the woman is slim, or sexy, or chubby when it's about their lust.

Irritated at the dilemma, "Such a headache." He mumbled grabbing the nightdress.

It was his first time dressing somebody. So there was a big circus until he figured out how to hold her and put on the nightdress. Keeping himself highly focused yet getting seduced, he finally completed the most difficult task of his life. He stood up at last and brushed off the cold sweat from his forehead.

He was admiring his work when she suddenly flipped off from the very edge of the bed. 'F*ck,' He reacted quickly and caught her in his arms before her head could hit the floor.

"Such a troublesome woman." He sighed without believing he was actually doing all these.

Scooping her to his arms, he stood up and laid her in the center of the bed. He was pulling the duvet to cover her when he saw her smile and murmur, "Zane.. Baby..."

Alvin's face turned dark as the starless night sky. He gritted his teeth looking at her hand caressing the bed thinking as 'Zane.' He didn't think even once it could truly be a baby of hers, her son. All it went on his mind was 'Zane,' a man's name.

He left from there, without caring she might end up dying there.

---- Present -----

Coming out of his cloakroom, Alvin was dressed in leisurewear. His dark hair held the dampness. He looked relaxed and sluggish in a pair of joggers and sweats.

The maids who were in the room quickly lowered their heads. They grabbed the things and left the bedroom as if the devil had returned to hunt.

Alvin's eyes landed on the lady who was in a new set of clothes on his bed. He should be irritated seeing her on his bed but he wasn't. She continued to bemuse him just by her presence.

Sophie, the housekeeper, covered the blanket over the lady and turned to Alvin. She made her way towards him as she asked, "Mr. Matthews, Shall we arrange a room for the lady?"

Looking at his deadlock gaze on the lady, Sophie thought he was disliking her presence in his room. So she asked to make the necessary arrangements.

'A room!?' Alvin blinked.

The confusions vanished from his mind. His eyes glinted sharply. The corner of his lips slyly arced, "Next to mine." The room next to his was as spacious as his and had all the facilities. With that, both the rooms had the best views. Most importantly, the balconies were connected.

Sophie who thought to shift the lady to the guest room was taken aback. Her curiosity was crossing the boundaries. She stared at Alvin forgetting to respond.

Alvin went towards his bed as he instructed more, "She will stay with us from today."

Sophie came out of her daze and stumbled on her words while responding, "W-We will make the necessary arrangements immediately."

She was leaving the bedroom with a heap of questions, she got more instructions, "Call Ean to fill her wardrobe." Ean was his assistant and friend.

'Her wardrobe?' Sophie managed to withstand another blow. She felt like she wouldn't be surprised if Alvin mentions the Oasis mansion as 'Her home.'

Spaced out, she responded vaguely, "Yes.. Mr. Matthews." She closed the door, catching a glimpse of Alvin sitting on the bed.

Alvin held strands of her hair and glided his fingers over them. His cognac eyes traced over the delicate skin of her face and paused at her soft cheek. If his memory serves right, he had seen attractive, cute, tiny dimples on her cheeks in the wall pictures.

"Are you her?"historical

His eyes glinted cunningly. "Doesn't matter." One corner of his lips arced when he hatched his devious plans to have her right beside him.