His Devious Rule

Chapter 143 O...Kay

Suddenly Anya felt a temperature drop. She craved to leave but she couldn't. It was as if Alvin had tied her down with an invisible force.

Although she rejected the idea of marriage, her eyes stung, threatening to tear up any second.

A word jarred through his clenched teeth while she could feel his eyes boring hole through her soul. "WHY?"

Her heart shuddered by hearing his cold dark voice suppressing his anger.

Was it fear? She didn't know.

She felt her hands tremble.

'I must be cold.' She assumed, unwilling to accept she was feeling trapped. If he forces her against her wishes, then consequences won't be good for both of them.

Weren't they doing good till now?

Why did he have to bring up the wife or marriage topic?

Taking a long breath through her nose, she told herself that she can do better than this. She can be stronger emotionally too.

She turned to face the cold eyes which were glued on her. She clutched the hems of her jacket when she was wavering. Then she voiced without hesitation as it was a matter of their lives and also her son, "I don't want to be in a marriage where I will have to fulfill the duties of a wife because I am obliged to do it. I want to do it, willingly, wholeheartedly because of love, not as a duty which could be done by anybody else."

She turned away feeling a lump in her throat. She doubted if he would understand her because even she was confused with increasing questions.

Doesn't she love him?

Shouldn't she be happy hearing about the marriage?

Was she expecting too much?

Why couldn't she just accept him and compromise?

She sighed. Probably she could compromise for herself but not for her son.

She smiled looking at her son who was exploring the deck by himself, "What's more, I have an adorable son who is my world. I am expecting too much when I probably couldn't give myself to another person."

Her eyes moistened which quickly dried up. She could put Alvin before her, but she wouldn't be able to put him before her son.

Even if Alvin falls for her, Anya knows her priority will be her son. So she felt selfish to ask for love when she couldn't put him first.

After surviving in a family who didn't love him while growing up, Alvin deserves somebody who could love him unconditionally. Anya doesn't even know if she could give her all to the relationship as she was never in a relationship and he wasn't letting them build together.

He saved her, gave her a place, helped her, protecting her from everyone but she was doing nothing for him. She didn't even know if she could do anything for him.

All the more, she was against the Matthews and Collins families. The Matthews family has a long history with her. After coming Saturday, Bernard will hate her, Linus will be disgusted by her and they were the ones who were treating Alvin as a family.

If Alvin marries her, then he would lose them and she will be the sole reason for it.

A long sigh slipped her lips when the thoughts kept growing more and more. She mentally felt exhausted after a long day. She bit her lips to wake herself up and distract herself from the complex thoughts.

Alvin watched her who smiled looking at her son but there was sadness on her face, a downcast smile, even the corners of her eyes were drooped down.

One thing he understood. He was good-looking, had enough money, and a business hence he assumed it was enough for a marriage. He had forgotten those were the materialistic things and she doesn't care about it.

Trust wasn't enough but love.

Love?

That was a foreign word to him.

He was learning to take care of her, he could learn to love too. Couldn't he?

Liam had an arranged marriage and was living happily with his wife. So love could come after marriage, couldn't it? He wanted to voice it but controlled himself.

This woman will jump off the ship if he says marriage again. Ugh, he felt everything was complex, at the same time he wanted to know her struggles and solve them.

If he just wants a wife, there are a lot of women who will say yes to marry him but he wants her.

Anya unawarely took a step when Zane was struggling to jump down from the elevated platform.

Alvin who didn't see her line of sight grabbed her wrist and tugged her to him. He voiced his thoughts when she steadied herself with a frown.

"I don't want a wife, I want you."

Since she said anybody could be his wife, he clarified to her that he doesn't want just anybody as his wife. He wanted her. But in his view, wanting her is making her his wife.

Why was she dumb to misunderstand it?

Anya: "…"

She blinked, looking at him. He wasn't angry but serious. He didn't seem to be teasing her either. Anya felt like she was understanding him and his weird way of dealing with his feelings. The pressure and the suffocation seemed to disappear without her aware.

Looking at him waiting for her to speak, she realized she didn't have anything to say for it. She hopelessly blinked while trying her best to think.

Alvin watched her chewing her lips, looking here and there and her fingers ran through her hair. He had very high expectations to hear her say, 'Let's get married.' But the response was, "O…kay." She was still clueless.

Alvin: "…"

Alvin's hand was terribly itching to smack her head. What does okay mean?

Anya heard him grit his teeth and pursed her lips. She wanted to ask 'do you love me?' But she knew this idiot doesn't understand his feelings. So she didn't know how to handle the situation.

To avoid him getting irritated, she blurted out what came to her mind, "What if you don't want me after some days?"

Want? It felt weird to use it.

Alvin scoffed, further vexed by the question, "There is no other Goofball."

"You-" She shrugged her hand and pouted grumpily for calling her stupid. She stood aside and decided to ignore him.

Alvin gently smacked her, seeing her not understand the point. He stated the same line changing her nickname, "There is no another Little Donut."

Rubbing her head, she gave him a dirty glare before fathoming his words. It's her or nobody else!!! It felt so good to hear.

Alvin was waiting for her to say something but the response he earned was her foolish smile. It was cute but he didn't know what that meant. So he pulled her cheeks.

Anya, who didn't feel forced or pressured, was happy to hear him. But she ended up saying, "Oh…" She rubbed her cheeks.

'Oh??' Alvin doubted if she had lost her mind. He hissed in annoyance, craving to strangle her, "Anya Owen!!"

At the same time, Zane excitedly shouted from afar, "Momma, catch me…"

Without a second thought, Anya, who had noticed dark-faced Alvin, quickly ran away from him. She chased after Zane who screamed and sprinted around to escape from her.

Alvin: "…"

He couldn't believe the little bodyguard was still on duty.

The cops: "…"

They couldn't believe she was the same distant and cold officer hearing her giggles, jumping around with her son.

Anya played for a good time before scooping her son into her arms. "Caught you!" She exclaimed happily.

Zane breathed heavily as he laughed happily. She kissed him in the cheeks and was snuggling him when Alvin suddenly stood in front of her, squinting his eyes at her.

Anya: "…"

Alvin could see she wasn't distressed anymore. He shoved his hand into her blazer pocket and fetched her face mask out.

His fingers moved close to her cheek, she could feel the warmth from it, tempting her to lean on his palm. Alvin carefully hooked the loop of the mask around her ear and repeated the same while she stared at him. Alvin ignored her eyes and took Zane from her arms. Then he held her wrist and started walking without uttering a single word.

Zane, Anya: "…"

Zane wanted to get off Alvin's arms without understanding the occasional weird behavior of Alvin. Alvin was the first man who didn't speak unless he needed to. Zane found it just like his mother who doesn't like to speak with others.

He looked at Alvin's hand holding his mother's. This was the first time he was seeing his mother let a man hold her. He had even seen her smile, heard her argue, and make silly faces at Alvin unlike how she behaves with others.

His eyes met her eyes and Anya sweetly smiled at him with a faint nod to relax him so he continued to look at Alvin's face without understanding why Alvin and Anya were so similar, yet contrasting.

He pressed his lips to a thin line and concluded that Alvin Matthews and his Mommy are close.

Anya cued the cops to rest for the day as she followed Alvin to the pier where his yacht was waiting.

"Why are we taking a yacht?" She broke the silence and questioned. She gasped, turning to Alvin, "Are we staying the night on a yacht?" That wasn't safe.

Alvin looked daggers at her without stopping his steps. He was pissed off that they again couldn't talk completely and both the time his invincible enemy appeared and took his Little Donut away.

Yet he couldn't do anything to his little enemy, rather he was providing him top-notch service using his body.

How miserable!!