His Devious Rule

Anya dozed off thinking about doing the work after waking up. But her eyes jerked open when she felt a soft caress on her cheek.

Alvin was kneeling in front of her. His confused eyes were replaced with gentleness. Anya almost doubted if she was dreaming. Because Alvin didn't have the keys to the main door, he only knew the pin to the gates.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, she sat up and looked around, "How did you enter inside!?" Her grogginess in her tone had a hint of delight.

Alvin turned to the floor-to-ceiling window that wasn't locked before. He would have pressed on the calling bell if he hadn't seen through the glass wall that she was sleeping on the couch.

Anya hadn't checked the windows when she dozed off. Turning back to him, she asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Her voice was low and amusing. And her eyes glinted brightly, surprised by his early return. "Did you complete your work?" She reached out to hold his hand that was in her lap.

Alvin couldn't understand why she was giving higher priority to his work instead of her. As soon as he had stepped inside the villa, he could see things were moved from their position. Although it wasn't much of a mess, it was hard to ignore the changes.

Upon that, the chairs at the dining table were also in the living hall. Thus somebody… Correction, many were there and it couldn't be for a simple reason.

Miles Johnson had called off his men so nobody was fooling her. Anya wouldn't like to be monitored so he was focusing on Zane's safety so that she could be at ease. He kind of regretted it.

He couldn't change her habit of keeping her trouble to herself. Hearing her ask no question about his office or its location, he guessed it right.

"You sounded odd over the call." So he dropped his work to see what was going on.

'Odd!?' Anya tilted her head. She didn't even say anything, how did he guess that?

Whatever, it felt good to know he came to her. When she had heard him over the call, she wanted him next to her. Feeling insensitive, she had given up that idea.

Seeing him in front of her, she slid off the couch and hugged him with all her limbs without thinking much. She would have been alright even if he hadn't come. However it was unburdening to stay with him, perhaps to share with him.

Alvin was on his knees, he sat down holding the little woman in his arms. She was indeed disturbed by whatever happened. Strangely, he was calm seeing her snuggling up to him.

If not anything, he was successful in bringing one change in her. She liked the physical touch as much as he does, or probably more. She melts in his arms and becomes a little kitten.

After a minute or two, he unwrapped his arms and tugged her away from burying herself. Cupping her face, his thumb caressed her cheek looking at her much relaxed, "What happened? Who was here?"

Anya didn't hide. She told everything from beginning to end and also what she did to Casper Matthews.

What she did to Casper was truly frightening to a businessman like Casper. He would fear when his company would have to face trouble. But it could also enrage him and the humans' instincts to get rid of the problem permanently could endanger her life.

Apart from that, Alvin wanted to applaud Casper for coming up with different things and implementing them in just a night. It was good that she was able to control the situation.

However, Alvin's focus wasn't on Casper or how to teach him a lesson, "Little Donut, why didn't you call me?" She doesn't depend on him, why couldn't she tell him when he had contacted her.

Anya's grim expression faltered. When the team arrived at her place or when they were in the villa, it never crossed her mind that she should have contacted him. She focused on handling the situation on her own.

Nevertheless, as soon as she heard him, she wanted him beside her. Not to help her, to accompany her. She wasn't used to calling for help, "I- I could handle it."

Alvin nodded, "I agree." Probably he couldn't have handled that team as smoothly as she did. "But why didn't you call me?" He might not have been helpful but he could have been there, without leaving her alone.

Anya was confused. It was always her who was the master of life philosophy. When did Alvin start giving chicken soup for the soul?

Alvin pulled her cheeks ignoring her whine. She couldn't depend on him, fine, he could be there and give her a hand if she wants. "Next time, inform me if anything. Small or big. Call or message me." It was an unyielding command.

Yet he was aware if there comes a problem, she would again handle it herself. He could only sigh at that.

It went to her little mind that he wanted to be with her. Pulling his hand away, she rubbed her flushed cheeks due to the pinch, "What if you are busy?" If he calls him, she will have an expectation, If he doesn't arrive, she will be disappointed.

He patiently assured her, "I will come."

Saying it was easy, how could he always prioritize her over everything?

"What if you will lose millions of money if you leave your work?" She thought she put a difficult puzzle for him.

Alvin poked her head, causing her to almost fall back. Looking at her grumpy pout, he responded, "I will earn it."

It's money, he will find one or another way. But he had only one Little Donut. Priority is high for rarity and he is an antique dealer who knows the value of rarity.

But the little woman on his lap was adamant about proving he couldn't always be there for her. "What if you have gone on a business trip?" He couldn't come to her so soon.

Alvin: "..."

They were people from two worlds. Where he is positive, she is practical. Where he is illogical, she will be reasonable.

She was annoying yet cute, propping her eyebrows at him. He questioned sarcastically, "Little Donut, did they hit your head?" He would come as soon as possible and arrange someone so that she doesn't have to be alone.

As if she wanted to prove his words, Anya seriously said, "You should teleport yourself."

Alvin: "..."

She chuckled seeing him inarticulate. "Let me cook something real quick."

…

Alvin watched her cook swiftly while she spoke about some random things. He mused after some time, "So you resumed your job." He voiced after he confirmed today.

She was able to call Chief Fulker, Senon helped her immediately because she was still serving as Secret Service Officer. Or else they wouldn't bother about her.

Anya froze in front of the pan. She knew he would know sooner or later, but it was amusing that he was alert to everything about her.

She awkwardly smiled. "When did you guess?"

Alvin's lips curled up with mirth in his eyes. He set the question back to her. "When do you think?"

Anya tried to think back to the time he might have guessed about it, "Yesterday?" When Jason and the team arrived for dinner.

Seeing him unreactive, Anya recollected another event, "When I said I want to become dean?" That was so out of her character.

He still didn't react. Anya went to the first incident when she decided to work, "When I cooperated with the cops to find the culprit behind the attempt to murder?"

He snickered and Anya slapped her forehead. She was a fool. Why would the cops listen to her instruction if she was the mother of the victim?

"I decided to return on that day." She mewled, embarrassed that he guessed yet he was silent without saying anything about it.

Alvin hid his smile, watching her face turn pink. He beckoned her, narrowing his eyes, "How should I punish you?" His dark, intimidating voice made her swallow and grin awkwardly.

He was encouraging her to do the job she liked. So she brushed off the thought of his anger for resuming the work. So… For hiding it from him?

He trapped her against the counter. Anya moved her head away when he dipped his head to reach her ear. But his mobile went off and she escaped.

Alvin answered the call from Ean, his second enemy for interrupting his time with his Little Donut.

[Alvin, Chairman Matthews is on the line. He wants me to connect the call to you.] Ean was serious and unwilling.

Casper Matthews? Casper wouldn't beg Alvin, so what was he up to?

Alvin's expression drastically changed. He glanced at Anya and walked out of the kitchen, "Connect."