His Devious Rule

At Oasis mansion,

The Owen parents were sitting and relaxing after a stroll so they awkwardly welcomed the three as it wasn't their home. They had a few words with their grandson. By the time Dennis could turn to Alvin, the latter went upstairs without a pause.

Dennis looked at Anya who watched Alvin until he disappeared before she responded to the questioning gaze of Dennis. "I have no idea, Dad."

Dennis didn't fret over it and listened to Zane who was responding to every question of Catalina.

Alvin joined them for the dinner however he was indifferent and unapproachable, stopping everyone from saying or asking anything to him.

Dennis, who had seen Alvin looking over his daughter on the first day, noticed Anya disturbed while watching Alvin and she barely ate anything. This was the first time he had seen his daughter affected due to a man.

Anya was uneasy thinking something might have happened and Alvin wasn't telling her.

'How to know?' She pondered seriously.

Unable to hold herself back, she went to look for Rob who was at the car garage. "Err…Did something happen today? Why is Alvin's mood down?"

Rob could see Anya was genuinely worried about Alvin. Hence he thought back to the day, everything seemed fine to him as that's how Alvin was to them, serious, workaholic, and nontalkative. So Rob tried to recall if anything happened at work or any other troubles. He shook his head, "Nothing." His reply was curt.

Anya's face fell without knowing how else to find out. "Thank you." She turned to leave when Rob added, "It could only be YOU and Your Actions if something has to go wrong." He blamed her for easily affecting Alvin.

Anya wasn't in the mood to catch Rob's intentions. 'Me and My actions?' She mulled over if she did something that annoyed Alvin.

She racked her brain for half an hour but nothing was fruitful. Thus she ended up barging into his bedroom.

Alvin: "…"

He was walking around half-naked, with his pants loosely hanging around his lower waist. His eyes were glued on the woman while he ended the phone call with Ean with a few words.

Anya had thought she was immune to the men's body as her physical training was around men. However, her eyes betrayed her by checking out his toned muscles and the contour of his sculpted abs when she was turning around. She bit her tongue, "Wear your shirt." She smoothly said.

Alvin crossed his arms and watched her back. She had seen him stark naked. He was just shirtless right now. He didn't listen to her.

Anya who heard no response glanced at him and was speechless seeing him unmoved. She looked around and didn't find his shirt. She went to his walk-in and grabbed the shirt that was on the dressing table and came out to see him still in the same position.

Extending her hand to give him the shirt, "Wear." She earnestly wanted to sit and talk with him.

How were they going to speak if he sits shirtless?

Alvin merely glanced at her hand and looked at her face. She was never in a relationship. Yet she neither drooled at him nor flushed like a little shy girl.

So she doesn't like him even a bit?

Anya sighed, dropping her hand. It wasn't like she could put clothes on him. So she accepted that she will have to talk with a shirtless man. "Alvin, did I do something wrong?"

In the afternoon, she didn't think she could be the reason. So she hoped he could tell her what she did. However, he didn't respond and just stared at her.

"Are you mad at me?" She changed her question without understanding anything by his unreactive behavior.

"Did something happen?"

"If you don't tell me, how am I going to know?" She requested.

"I was at work all day, I couldn't think what I did…" And she went on with her questions.

She had forgotten he was a heartless man. When her anticipation met with his silence, as questions increased she felt a lump in her throat, something jabbing her heart, and her eyes pricked.

'What's wrong with me?' She looked away to avoid his gaze on her tear-filled eyes.

She wasn't like this in the past years. She had gone through the painful phases and heard hurtful words all these years by clenching her teeth.

How could she feel bad just for this?

She frowned, grasping she wasn't the same naive girl anymore. In the past, she was fine when he was ignoring her in the public. She never asked him or demanded him anything. She might have accepted if he had stopped going to the library. But now!? It was just four hours of his ignorance…

Alvin heard her attentively and realized how she got used to him, responding to her that his silence had killed her calmness and patience.

Suddenly Anya stepped away. She feared falling weak due to Alvin when she had to look after Zane. Weak Anya Owen is helpless and she wasn't ready to be her again.

She apologized just like the stranger he treated her like. "I am sorry for barging inside and disturbing you." She left his shirt on the bed and went out.

A scowl appeared on Alvin's face how she became a whole new person- cold and distant. Yet, he didn't stop her or say a word.

No, his decision wasn't changed, he still wanted her, he was going to protect her but he just felt bitter, like unwanted just as his mother and father treated him. He hadn't cared about them but his Little Donut…

Before he could move, he saw Anya who stormed out of the door again barged inside again. This time she didn't look concerned or distant. She had a big fat pout on her face and squinted her eyes at him.

She went to the couch and put herself down roughly as if trying to show her grumpiness through her body. Then she announced, "I am not going anywhere until you speak with me."

Alvin: "…"

This woman was going beyond his understanding. She could be a fierce tigress, ready to attack him with her paws, at the same time, a delicate, sensible lady who melts in his arms and chooses to endure everything by herself. She would worry and show concern, and the next second becomes a grumpy granny.

Anya crossed her arms and watched his expression carefully. She was still afraid to become weak but she didn't want to run away this time. She was determined not to let anything or anyone affect her from being a strong mother to her son.

And she guessed this man probably had a big reason for him to behave as such but doesn't know how to voice it. With that thought, Stubborn Anya Owen was back.

Alvin watched her for a good few seconds and grabbed his shirt, he wore it and went out of the room. He sensed her walk right behind him and entered the study room. She sat opposite to him and silently watched him work.

This time, one who felt hard to focus was Alvin, he repeatedly forced himself to keep his eyes on the laptop screen.

After some time, both heard a knock on the door and Zane's voice came as the big door creaked, "Momma, are you there?"

Alvin was displeased when Anya sprinted to her son without a second thought.

Didn't she say she wasn't going to leave without speaking with him?

How dare she cast him aside? He fumed.

Unknowingly his fingers started harshly typing on the keyboard while replying to an email.