Chapter 162: Delusional

At the Oasis mansion, 

Anya was entering her room wishing night when Alvin tugged her away. Anya asked in contemplation looking at him clutching her jacket. "Aren't you sleepy? It might take a long time to watch the video." She had thought to check the footage in the morning.

Alvin barely glanced at her and continued to walk. Anya's hand pointed at the study but she was already inside Alvin's bedroom.

Something struck her mind and caught up to his speed, "Alvin, I heard you don't stay in the country. But you are following me around for a whole week." She was asking about his work.

Alvin looked daggers at the woman wondering if she was trying to send him away. 

Whereas Anya innocently looked at him before asking her next question, "Why haven't you opened any branch in Narnia yet?"

He left her jacket and fetched the black remote controller from the bedside table. Anya peeked at him thinking if he was taking his laptop as her laptop didn't have enough battery. He clicked on a button on the remote while ignoring her eyes.

Anya turned around wondering what that controller was for. Her jaws dropped when she saw a rectangular hollow forming at the ceiling and a smart television slowly came down, facing the bed.

She suddenly felt miserably poor looking at rich people having their ways to spend their money.

Alvin blocked her view and tapped her chin up to close her mouth. Looking at her lips twitching, he extended his hand but she propped her brows despite knowing he was asking for the spy camera. She turned around and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to respond to her questions. 

Either she gets scared of him to the extent she will shrink into a ball or she provokes him without flinching. He didn't know what to do with this daring woman. 

He questioned her back in response, "Do you think Chairman Matthews would have let me get a foothold in this country?" Thus he had to leave the country. 

Anya slowly nodded in understanding and tilted her head. Before she could voice it, he was near her and poked her head, "Since you will stay in this country and work…" He will make sure to get a strong foothold in the country. 

Anya realized he wouldn't stop her from working or ask her to shift to a different country if they got together.  She was happy to know he respects her career. 

Anya was more surprised to know he had no plans to do any business in the country before meeting her. She cut in without letting him complete, "You should go as you had planned before a week. You don't have to make such a decision because of me." He was planning and doing so much when she wasn't certain what would happen on Saturday.

And if it was his way to protect her, it wasn't required. He had enough resources to keep her safe and she wasn't a little fragile girl.

Alvin didn't know her reason. She always stopped him from doing anything for her so he merely shrugged and changed his words, "Sweetheart, don't be delusional. I will do business in the country." But it was also true he didn't have Narnia in his business plans until she appeared in his life.

Anya: "…"

Was it important for him to mock her or be sarcastic?

Why was she expecting him to be sweet?

Anya's expression suddenly turned sweet. She lifted her hand and patted his shoulder. She could irritate him too. And she was too good at it.

"Alvin Matthews, I am just worried about my peaceful life if you stay in the country." She successfully darkened his face and burst into laughter.

Seeing him annoyed, she wasn't ready to argue for her mischief. She quickly handed him the spy camera to play footage and grinned. 

'Goofball,' He looked at the spy camera connector. He couldn't connect to the smart television. So he sat down and connected to his mobile. Mirroring his mobile screen to the television, he played the video.

The video had started the moment she fixed the camera on the wall. She was looking at the camera closely when Aaron asked, "Why did you chop your hair short?" She had silky, long hair. The clean top bun on her head was making her chubby face look too cute. 

Anya responded after drinking water, "Zane had a habit of playing with my hair and I didn't have time to take care of it." The two problems, one solution. She chopped them off.

Alvin's fingers always itch to glid his finger through her hair. So he found it weird too. He watched the footage in which Anya went around, fetched her clothes, and entered the bathroom. She came out, grabbed some flowers and candles, and entered the bathroom again.

He looked at her giving a condensing look, "Flower to bath. Was it necessary?… Goofball." That was the main reason she fainted.

A pillow landed on his head. She doesn't usually use it, she needed it to relax because of him. Since she had picked candles, she used flowers. Krystle always taught her to pamper herself. 

Importantly, while parenting, if she ignores herself in front of Zane, the latter will grow up thinking it's all about him and won't learn to value her.

Suddenly her back stiffened, she went next to Alvin and asked in perplexity, "How do you know I used flowers in the bathtub?" She could have dumped them in the bin.

Alvin: "…"

She poked him, refusing to run her mind wild. Her bathroom window wasn't see-through. Yet she felt a cold run down her spine thinking what if it was see-through.

She waited a few minutes and poked his arm again but the response didn't come. Shortly she caught a completely dressed Alvin entering her bedroom. Her eyes widened in shock.

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Her lips opened to say something but nothing came out while watching him look around and slightly push the bathroom door. Then he pushed it completely.

Anya: "…"

She doesn't remember what happened after she stayed in the bathtub. She had assumed she must have dressed sleepily and went to bed. Now seeing Alvin smell the roses and rush inside the bathtub, she was frozen as a rock. Her mind was protesting to believe anything while her heart was on a marathon.

Frozen, Anya Owen was suffocating herself. Thus Alvin sensed no movements. He waited for him to exit the bathroom door in the footage.

Anya who was on her knees fell on the bed with a loud gasp, seeing herself unclothed in his arms. 

A silent scream echoed in her head. Her face flushed down to her neck in utter embarrassment. Her mind was exploding with different emotions that she couldn't even describe.

She realized why he suggested she shouldn't watch it. She suddenly leaped and pressed her both palms to cover his eyes from watching the video as if it wasn't Alvin who was carrying her in the footage. 

She squealed in ire and fluster, "You pervert man…" She couldn't believe that despite knowing what was in the footage, he probed her to watch with her. 

Couldn't he have let her watch it alone? She was craving to beat him to a pulp.

Alvin stayed super calm. This wasn't as bad as he thought. He had expected her to turn cold assuming he took advantage of her. Then she would leave without speaking with him. He could understand her uneasiness as it was better if she didn't assume anything wrong.

She ordered him without moving her hands from his eyes. "Turn it off. Right Now."

Alvin tried to peel her hands but she held him tighter which caused his head to lean on her shoulder. He could feel her irregular breathing and her body slightly trembling. But her force to hold him was too strong. 

"Little Donut, let me go to turn it off." He negotiated.

"No." 

Alvin breathed to stay calm. He didn't even know when he had learned to be so patient. He tried again, "You turn it off."

"No" Anya denied, "I won't move my hand."

Alvin: "…"

Anya watched the footage where Alvin just lay her on the bed without covering her. Her eyes caught his fingers brushing on her waist in the video. 

From the camera angle, she couldn't see the bruise on her waist. Although she was watching the footage, her body turned cold as if he touched her now without her permission.

"Pervert, how could you take advantage of an unconscious girl?" She asked through her teeth while her mind just refused to work.

Alvin breathed out slowly. He judged what might have made her feel like it and cleared it to her, "I just checked your bruise." He felt her hand loosen a bit at his response.

Anya recalled the bruise that healed just a few days ago. Her shoulders relaxed watching him cover her completely with the duvet. She couldn't hear his voice clearly from the footage and saw him asking her something. She guessed that's when she must have blurted out the location of the hard disk.

She let go of Alvin's eyes assuming she won't appear nude on screen again. Without daring to face him, she crawled away from him.

Alvin who turned around was left stupefied. She was sitting on his bed with the duvet wrapped around from head to toe as though she wasn't wearing clothes. He controlled himself from teasing her. If she was like her best friend, she wouldn't have probably cared. But his Little Donut was mortified to her bones.

A murmur reached his ear from the duvet hill, "Was I drowning in the bathtub?" Recalling Alvin's worry in the split second while rushing inside the bathroom, brought her to that conclusion. 

Alvin watched her slowly making a peephole but covered herself when she noticed his eyes on her. "Don't look at me." She cried out.

Alvin restrained his laughter., looking at the new side of his Little Donut. He didn't get to see anything from the peephole she created. Well, he was glad she was smart enough to understand the situation without him explaining. He hummed, "You would have drowned if I was a few seconds late."

Anya continued to cry her invisible tears. She couldn't believe she was twice n.a.k.e.d in front of the same man and saw him twice without clothes. 

Suddenly she lowered the duvet and exclaimed in shock, "I was in nightwear when I woke up." In the footage, Alvin ran out of the bedroom. 

Her eyes widened thinking another person saw her with nothing on.  Somehow, she felt disgusted with the thought of Kyle appearing in her villa. Her fingers clutched the duvet and her brows tightened with the same thoughts.

Alvin watched her flushed bright red. Her bewilderment was slowly changing to revulsion thinking of her clothes so he responded, "Don't worry, it was me." He sounds as if it was his duty to put clothes on her.

Anya: "…"

She first digested that no other man saw her in that state. However, imagining Alvin putting clothes on her, made her face change in shades. She looked like a delicious cooked lobster.

She tried her best to behave nonchalantly. 'We are adults. He just saved me.' She tried to convince herself to handle it maturely while her face was burning red. 'I can do it..' She encouraged herself to behave appropriately.

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