The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

Today was the day Andrew would be discharged from the hospital. He would be out by the afternoon. Deep inside, he was still waiting for Hannah to come and visit him.

Since the last time they talked about cool-off, they hadn't seen each other. Hannah also stopped communicating with him.

He would just glance at his phone on the table from time to time, waiting for her message. His hand was itching to message her but he was restraining himself from doing that.

Because he was the one who asked for this, he should be firm with his decision. Space and time were what they needed most right now.

Little did he know, Hannah couldn't even message him nor have time to think of him because she was sulking in her room. She felt devastated after her confrontation with Tristan yesterday.

She was sad and hurt because Tristan told her that he already fell for his wife. He loved his wife, Lillie. Tristan emphasized those words yesterday.

On the other hand, Andrew was now alone in his ward, still thinking about Hannah. Isabelle just went back home to do something. She would be back in the afternoon since she was the one who would process the things needed for Andrew to get discharged from the hospital today.

Andrew was lying on his bed, feeling sad and lonely while staring blankly at the white ceiling. It did not take long when the sliding door of his room was opened.

He smelled a feminine perfume that was similar to Hannah's perfume. He snapped out of his wandering thoughts and immediately sat up, hoping to see Hannah's face.

However, to his disappointment, the person walking toward his bed right now was not Hannah, but the annoying talkative girl who saved him. The excitement he felt a while ago dissipated into thin air in an instant.

Andrew couldn't help but frown. She's not the girl he wanted to see right now. Suddenly he felt annoyed because Hannah and this noisy girl were both using the same perfume.

"Hello, Mr. Drunky! Good morning!" Alveena greeted Andrew enthusiastically. In contrast to Andrew's grim expression, Alveena was wearing her vibrant and cheerful expression today.

Instead of greeting her back, Andrew asked Alveena about her perfume. "That scent… are you always wearing this kind of perfume?"

Alveena paused for a moment. Though she was confused about why Andrew suddenly asked her about her perfume, she still answered him truthfully.

"Yes. It's my favorite. Why? Do you like it? Do I smell sweet?" Alveena asked Andrew with her taunting smile.

Andrew glanced at her with his very serious expression and said, "Change it. Don't use it anymore. It doesn't suit you."

That perfume reminded him of Hannah. He could associate that scent only with Hannah. That's why he didn't want other women to use that perfume in front of him. Besides, Andrew was pissed off. He felt like blaming this girl for giving him false hope. He really thought it was Hannah who came to visit him.

Meanwhile, Alveena arched her eyebrows after hearing that. She even tried to sniff herself.

"Eh, this is my favorite. Why should I change it? It smells good and pleasant to the nose. Try it." Alveena said, bringing her wrist near Andrew's nose.

Andrew was taken aback by her action. Unconsciously, Andrew sniffed her wrist obediently. Then Alveena suddenly giggled. "See, you also like the scent."

'Damn Andrew! What the hell are you doing?!' Andrew closed his eyes from embarrassment. He could only scold himself inwardly.

Andrew immediately looked away, hiding his reddened face. Alveena noticed it but she decided to ignore it. She didn't want him to feel more embarrassed in front of her. She wanted him to feel at ease. But this didn't mean she won't tease him.

"By the way, why are you frowning again as early as this morning? You look like a person who is always angry and bitter in the world. You know what, aside from Mr. Drunky, I can also call you Mr. Grumpy." Alveena let out another soft giggle after saying that. Then she sat down on the vacant chair near his sickbed.

Andrew averted his gaze back at Alveena. "Why are you here?" He sounded annoyed now. He was not in a mood to entertain someone today. He was also feeling down

"Hey, Mr. Drunky. Did you forget that I am your savior? Don't you dare give me that attitude?" Alveena said, folding her arms across her chest while raising her eyebrows at him.

"What's wrong with my attitude? This is the natural me. Besides, I am just asking you why are you here." Andrew said, defending himself and justifying his action.

Instead of getting annoyed, Alveena burst out laughing once again. "You know what, Mr. Grumpy. You look like someone I know."

"Who?" Andrew promptly asked her.

"My next boyfriend!" Alveena said to him with a straight face, fighting a smile.

Andrew: "..."

Andrew was rendered speechless because of her answer. He tried to say a word but nothing came out of his mouth. He was looking at her with disbelief.

After a few seconds, another soft giggle bubbled up in the entire room.

"Pfft… That expression of yours is priceless. Hahaha. Don't take it seriously, Mr. Drunky. I am just kidding." Alveena was holding her stomach because she just laughed so hard.

"What I truly mean is… You look like my brother who is always angry with the world and who seldom smiles," Alveena added.

After saying that, she heaved a deep long frustrated sigh while putting on a pitiful face as she remembered her brother's order. He asked her to report to the office today and start working. She purposely wanted to come late so she decided to drop by at this hospital first to visit Andrew.

'What's wrong with this girl? Is she bipolar? Just a while ago she is smiling brightly, now she is looking like her favorite pet had just died.' Andrew thought to himself while watching Alveena's face.

Then Alveena looked up to meet Andrew's gaze. "Honestly, I have a really bad day."

Andrew was just silent, letting her speak. He didn't break their eye-to-eye contact. He was waiting for her to continue.

"But it always makes me feel better to see a handsome guy smile. So, would you smile for me?" Alveena said while rubbing her two hands together in front of Andrew with her pleading look.

Andrew: "..."