In Alvin's bedroom,

After warning Miles Johnson to stay away from Anya, Alvin returned to the city and got the news of Flora and Logan Hale. They weren't surprised that Anya was able to dig up and reach there.

He realized one thing that day. That night might be an unfortunate night for them but the birth of Zane completely changed her life for the better. Zane was her motivation, her strength to move forward bravely ignoring that she was just a young lady out there. The courteous Anya could become ruthless for Zane. Her life just revolved around Zane.

He already forced her into a nightmarish experience. He started doubting if he was forcing her into their relationship or she was in a relationship because he was the biological father of her son.. Their son.

He wanted to let go of her and let her live the life she wanted. At the same time, he wanted to keep her close to him, right next to him. Thus he had no words for her.

Having no mood to work, he got fresh to go to bed. Opening the bathroom door, his eyes fell on Anya who was sitting on his bed, playing with the water steamer.

He instinctively wanted to leave the bedroom, unprepared to face her. Anyway, her voice caught him off-guard, "Alvin.."

Anya patted next to her. When he didn't move, she tugged him to the bed and made him sit. For some reason, the guilt in his eyes actually made her feel good. Probably she would have felt bad if he hadn't cared.

She directly tried to solve the air so that he doesn't have to be guilty anymore. [Author: Well, you just don't know how to confess romantically]

"Why do you think I was trying to help you that day?" Anya asked earnestly.

Alvin narrowed his eyes at her. How he wished she had ignored him that day, "You need help from a doctor." He simply meant she had lost her mind to even hang around a drunk man.

Anya: ".."

Guilty? He was still so arrogant.

Anya who was imagining various reactions of Alvin ticked like a bomb. She was infuriated. Whenever she tried to do something for Alvin, forget about being grateful, he always called her stupid.

She had an urge to pull his hair and hear him scream. She held it back but slapped the pillow on his head. Closing her eyes, she breathed through her mouth to remain calm. When she opened her eyes, he was walking away.

Standing on the bed, she hurled the pillow on his head again, "You duffer, idiot, I liked you." She bellowed assuming he was leaving her.

Although whatever happened that night was due to his intoxication, Anya discerned that she didn't complain to the cops or got angry at him because she liked him. She didn't blame him because she knew Flora had a hand in it. To her eyes, he was a victim.

Alvin paused. He wanted to fetch the tissue in case she was going to cry. 'Liked him?' Wait, he didn't get it right.

Turning her around, he saw her seething. If she confessed to him, shouldn't she be shy like the women who were confessing to him?

"Alvin Matthews, my baby is smarter than you. Do you think I would have helped just anybody?" A question left the bow like an arrow but missed the target.

Alvin: ".."

Why would she help anybody? His Little Donut was too kind, she was worried about him, hence she tried to help him as a fool.

"If you were somebody else, he would have counted bars in the cell." She fumed with a pout on her face.

She had told him to speak if there was any misunderstanding or if he was angry without issuing anything. Yet, he kept her away when he got to know about Zane, he got angry at her on the road. Just when she thought everything was alright, he ran away from her, without speaking to her. Yet she approached him and he was running away. She doubted if he even listens to her.

'Behind the bars?' That part he doubted. Even if Anya was clueless, Loudmouth should have taken that action.

Looking at him still not believing her words, Anya grabbed another pillow and hurled at him, "Weren't you jealous of yourself when I said my baby's father is my first love?"

Wasn't he too smart? Why didn't he recall that and understand?

Alvin's expression changed. She had told him when they were at the beach mansion. So was he bad-mouthing himself when she was playing with him by using 'First love?'

He had always doubted she never had a boyfriend or went out with any boy. He never considered the fact she could have liked him. He strode towards her when Anya continued to throw a fit, assuming he wanted to leave her in the room.

"Even that masked man knew I wouldn't dare to go near you if your life was at risk." She addressed the video call threat as her voice lowered, looking at him going towards her.

Did she anger him?

But she didn't stop there. She stood as if she didn't fear him, "Gianna Sallow knew I would do anything to keep you safe." Her anger turned into grumbling.

Alvin tugged her down, causing her to fall on the bed and slowly crawl away, trying to prove she wasn't lying, "Why would I decide to follow you to your company? Do you think there is no company other than yours?"

Anya moved back when he loomed over her with an expression hard to describe. He was intently staring at her as if tired of hearing her ramble.

She pressed her palm on the mattress as she arched her back and continued to put her points, "Do I look like a fool to not identify the books you brought for me and the classes you bunked when I was free?"

He was lying to her as he was training for her company but she didn't have any reason, yet she wished to follow him, even if she couldn't get him.

"You- are stu.."

His lips captured hers, muffling the rest of the words. Anya fell back on the bed, looking at his closed eyes and the long lashes. She wanted to push him away and resist but.. But.. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer, losing to his toe-curling, passionate kiss.

His burning tongue peered her lips open and tangled around her tongue. Anya frowned, whimpering in protest when he pulled away. She wanted more... She tried to pull his collar but he resisted, watching her flushed face.

Why does he have weird women in his life?

His mother abandoned him, step mother hated him to her bones. One was obsessed with him that she didn't care to hurt him or anybody. Another one was willing to bear everything herself without uttering anything to him.

Why was he stupid to assume her love as her kindness?

"Couldn't you be just ordinary?" He sighed, "Like normal girls confessing." They would have been together for so long. Now, he wasn't going to let go of her. He will make sure she will be trapped with him in every way.

Anya tilted her head as her lips slowly curled. She was so right about Alvin and Janet was wrong. Unfortunately, she wouldn't call herself ordinary.

Seeing her smiling like a little fool, he asked her, craving to listen to her, "So, you love me!!?" There was smugness in his tone while his eyes were obviously delighted.

Anya: ??

Anya's smile was flattered. Didn't she just say everything? Why were her cheeks burning?

She scoffed, "No."

Displeased with the response yet amused, he countered, "A lie."

Anya stuck her tongue and tried to push him away. She gasped when he caught her hands and pinned her above her head before his lips latched on her.

He kissed, nibbled, and sucked on her mouth as if starved for years and she was the oasis in the desert to keep him alive. Anya moaned when nipped her lips to let her breathe and felt his weight on hers rising the temperature of her body.historical

Her half-open eyes were in haze, her body shuddered in delicious tension when his tongue ran over her earlobe. His name slipped her lips like a fresh and sweet honey dripping from the honeycomb, "Alvin.."

'Knock, knock..'

"Momma, are you in there?"

As Zane's voice was a fire alarm that couldn't be missed, Anya pushed Alvin away and rolled herself in the duvet.

Struck dumb, Alvin who heard nothing looked at her blankly.

What the hell just happened?

Did he scare her?

He just wanted to show, that intimacy wasn't about the pain. He would have controlled at the end.

The door was pushed open and Alvin's attention shifted there. His Little Enemy had a great sense of time.