After visiting the hospital, Alvin and Anya went to the police station to write a complaint and give their statement regarding the accident. Alvin noticed his wife's knuckles had turned bright red. He knew the reason without words. He could easily imagine the state of CEO Porter, son of Ricardo Porter.
It was amusing how the cops let her have her way and hide her actions from the law. Simultaneously, she was bending over her morals every time he or Zane were troubled.
Anyway, he could only sigh seeing a slight tremble of her hands while she was pretending to be calm and fine by burying her emotions. Although he wasn't completely certain, he could make a rough guess what was troubling her.
As he and his business grow stronger and deeper in Narnia, there could be numerous Ricardo Porter and their sons who will harbor ill intentions against them and wish them to be dead or severely injured. And she was mentally preparing for the battle that might have started.
It made Alvin realize that despite her dangerous job, she wasn't in danger because of those criminals but the people around him, his early life and his business foes were threatening their happy life.
She doesn't speak about her worry so easily. So to change the air in the car and to relax his Goofball, he reached out and effortlessly tugged her closer to him. Her body lay on the seat and he cradled her head in his arms.
Anya immediately snapped at him for being reckless, "Alvin...." It needs a lot of body strength to control a person's weight and actions and Alvin wasn't allowed to strain or stretch his muscles.
Well, he caught her lips between his without letting her chide him for straining his wounded arm.
He wasn't fragile. She forgets that just like how he forgets she was capable enough to protect herself and a whole tribe.
Anya: "..."
She forgot why she got angry at him a moment ago looking at her handsome husband and his tender lingering kiss. She melted to his actions, which calmed her extreme thoughts.
Yes, her husband will recover soon and she wasn't alone in the battle. She doesn't have to be worried too much. She reminded herself. They could take care of themselves and face the unknown.
lightsnοvεl Nonetheless, Alvin's grim voice sounded in the car, "I dare you to leave me alone in the hospital even if I'm in a hoary, lost all my teeth, and fail to recognize the rest of the world." He squinted his eyes at her pretty face, challenging her.
Anya burst into laughter imagining Alvin without teeth, face covered in wrinkles but he still looked handsome in her imagination. "Of course." She doubtlessly agreed to be with him through their old age. "I won't give a chance to any nurses and doctors." She mischievously added.
Alvin smirked triumphantly when he heard her hearty laughter and they continued to flirt.
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Other than signing important files, Alvin didn't take on any work. He wasn't going to provoke his wife who would leave him behind in the name of recovery.
Nonetheless, he frequently received updates on the Matthews Industries and Casper's health condition. There was a ruckus in the company and business world, business partners weren't having the same trust in the company, and the shareholders were restless. The old men weren't ready to believe in young blood.
Who was going to tell those old men, that the company needs young blood to keep up with the technology, developments, and innovation?
Nevertheless, Liam and Linus were optimistic and trying to create the perfect rapport between them. With Harrison behind Liam as a guide, it didn't seem difficult for them to balance out and smooth things with the clients.
In the hospital, Casper's recovery stunned doctors. However, completely recovering, staying alive, and leading life without depending on anybody seemed like a new goal for Casper.
After a bit of disturbance, Ean and Rob easily managed Skylar. One got busy with the first two major projects of Narnia and another finally got time to focus on their next auction.
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On the day of Anya's departure for three months long seminar tour,
Alvin supported his elbows on the pillow and propped his head on his fist, watching his wife buried in the duvet, refusing to get off the bed and start her day.
"Little Donut, if you don't tell me, I might end up assuming you are scared of our honeymoon." He sneered.
Anya pulled the duvet down her face. She was still amazed at how obedient Alvin had been in the past few days, even though he threw childish tantrums for her attention and bantered with Zane at every chance they got.
As though she found a topic to divert her mind, she rolled close to Alvin and smoothly climbed on him.
Alvin: "..."
Being straddled by his wife, he quickly adjusted himself on the bed and leaned on the bedpost. His wife has begun looking more and more radiant and beautiful.
He did doubt having some problem with his eyes but he knew she had adapted to her new lifestyle and importantly, she was happy and content, which was glowing on her face.
Anya curiously asked, diverting Alvin's attention, "Alvin, I don't know what to expect from our honeymoon. Haven't we done everything already?"
Why do they have to go to different countries in the name of their honeymoon? It felt meaningless to her. So she wasn't getting excited at all about their trip.
Instead, she felt her heartthrob recalling the number of lectures and meetings she would have to handle in the three months. With those, Zane won't be joining them for a month as the principal refused to bring forward Zane's exams for three months. Thus she needs something to keep her a bit distracted.
Of course, Alvin knew it wasn't what was bugging her. Anyway, he didn't like her reaction to their honeymoon. They were starting with five countries and traveling through twenty-five cities but his dumb wife wasn't looking forward to it at all.
Was he offended?
Definitely.
"Sweetheart, I will make sure you won't remember the countries by their names or landmarks or the seminars but how wild you scream and moan my name for hours."
Anya believed his every word and felt her cheeks hot. What else could he do other than what they have done?
Krystle was so busy that they didn't get time to have a small hearty conversation. Asking her wasn't an option. So Anya chose to ask Alvin directly. "For example?" Curiosity got the better of her.
Alvin smirked looking at her anticipation. He would have loved to give her a demo to curb her curiosity but chose to corrupt her brain instead. He moved close to her ear.
Anya instinctively expected his lips to land on her skin but his deep velvety tone was tender on her ears, "Just imagine lying on the bed, breathless, body tensed and quaking to act out your wildest kinky fantasy."
Like hypnotized, Anya's thoughts went wild and her eyes widened in disbelief.
Anya: ????
Did she just imagine herself blindfolded, hands tied, wearing the barely covered lingerie, and Alvin eating her?
Alvin had heard women's sexual thoughts are kinky and creative. He could see it on her face. He asked, "Little Donut, what did you imagine?"
Anya wasn't going to tell him the truth. So she lied, hiding her grin, "Your hands tied and I'm spanking you, hot and raw."
Alvin: "..."n-(o..V-.e))l(.b((I-.n
'Shouldn't she imagine him doing something to her?'
Speechless, he shifted her on the bed and went towards the ensuite. But Anya excitedly added behind him, "My dear husband, get back to bed, I will give you a demo."
'Thud.'
Anya laughed, falling on the bed after witnessing him shut the door and flee from her sight. She was definitely affected by her dirty old man, wasn't she?
However, her smile slowly faded when the bugging thought crawled back into her mind.