His Devious Rule

After half an hour,

Anya looked at Mark and then at seething Alvin. She would have probably silently followed Alvin to the Oasis mansion if she hadn't mentioned the spy camera.

Hence, she had first tried to convince Alvin how important it was for her to go and fetch it. When he didn't listen, she scared the crap out of Alvin by opening the door of the moving car. It worked, and here they are. In front of her villa in Up-Spring regency.

She knew both men were annoyed to the bones. Well, she had no choice. She will complete her planned work. "I will be back quickly." She said and alighted the car.

As soon as the car door closed, Alvin gravely instructed Mark, "Dump all the low-end cars." If it was one of his other cars, she couldn't have pulled a stunt of opening the door of a moving car. So he wanted to get rid of the last Ford.

Mark was dumbfounded. Instead of scolding her for the daring move, Mark couldn't believe Alvin was getting rid of the car. What else could he do? So Mark accepted the orders before Alvin alighted the car.

Anya watched her abandoned sweet home. Alvin stood behind her and looked at the villa, hearing her sigh.

The villa was in complete darkness. The streetlight gave enough brightness to see the sealed door and windows. The beautiful lawn which she and Zane took efforts to make beautiful was unkempt with fallen dry leaves and dying plants.

Her eyes went to her car. The windshields were broken, the tires were ripped out. She could even make out the damaged seats.

When Anya's eyes landed on the tree and the broken branch, she looked at Alvin behind her, "How did you get to know the hard disk was in the tree branch?"

Alvin again recalled carrying naked Young Mommy to bed and dressing her up. He looked away from her eyes while chiding himself to keep his thoughts straight.

He didn't tell her how he and Linus had racked their heads to find the hard disk in the tree after hearing her utter 'tree'. But he fooled her, "You are a Goofball." He mocked her.

Anya wondered if it was so easy to find it out. She squinted her eyes for calling her stupid, "Didn't you say sleepy? Why are you following me?" He didn't even nap in the car.

His sleepiness fled out the moment he got to know a spy camera had recorded him when she was unconscious. While thinking about how to stop her from watching the footage, he caught her wrist and walked towards the villa.

Anya stopped him halfway. The doors and windows weren't closed but sealed. So they can't enter directly. She pointed to the left, "There is a secret entry."

Alvin: "…"

He didn't leave her hand and let her lead him. She opened the basement entry door that was behind the house, under the grass-bed.

Alvin: "…"

Anya, who turned on the flashlight of her mobile, noticed Alvin's reaction. She confessed, "I had booked this plot before they even started to build the villa. I asked them for a basement for storage," She couldn't afford a big villa. The three-bedroom house didn't have extra storage space. She wanted to store every little memory of her son without taking excessive space in his or her bedroom. Thus she had basement storage.

Anya looked at the secret door, "Then Senon added this door while renovating the lawn." She paused and filled up, "Senon is my colleague." She looked at him hoping he wasn't going to get annoyed hearing a man's name.

Shaking his head in resignation, Alvin held her waist and squatted down as he dropped her inside the basement without the need of climbing down the few stairs.

"…" She imagined herself as a heavyweight in the gym carried by Alvin.

Quickly coming out of her silly thought, she flashed the light for him to get down and close the door. He followed her in the darkness until she turned on the lights. Then he was speechless again. The room was filled with many cupboards and shelves with a lot of things arranged. At first, he felt them as junk until he realized it was all special items carrying their memories.

He followed her and they entered the kitchen through the floor.

They were welcomed to the sight of a wrecked kitchen. Every broken thing was still in its place. The house had a special place in her heart, she felt worse thinking she would have to sell it to buy a new one.

They didn't turn on the lights in any room. Anya reminded Alvin to be careful as she was guiding him with her mobile torch, "Don't move or touch anything. She didn't want his fingerprints on anything and anybody to point at Alvin.

Alvin followed her upstairs hearing her sigh whenever her eyes fell on a few things. The cozy place had turned disastrous so he was silent, letting her digest it.

He was looking around in the bedroom when he heard her, "Alvin, carry me."

Anya had nothing to climb up to reach the spy camera. So Alvin helped her. She removed a white layer on the wall and took out the spy camera from the hole. Then she put the tape back on the wall.

As soon as he let her down, he snatched the spy camera from Anya. His Little Donut will certainly run away from him if she watches it, "I will look into it." He randomly gave a reason while planning to remove his footage.

He was walking out when Anya blocked him and tried to take it back, "Alvin, that's my job." It was very important evidence that she can't afford to lose it.

She struggled to reach his hand while his left arm involuntarily wrapped around her waist to keep her in place.

Failing to reach his long hand, Anya stopped struggling and looked at his face, "Alvin… don't play with it. Please give it back." She requested.

Alvin looked at her anxious gaze on him instead of getting angry. He almost melted at her request before recalling the content of it. He turned down sharply, "No!"

Anya watched him carefully. If he wanted to help her, he would do it silently unlike offering her to watch a video of her bedroom.

He was acting weird from the time she said she needed to fetch the spy camera. She believed she already knew everything he did. So what could be there to hide?

"What are you hiding?" She questioned with growing interest. She had thrown him out, considering his temper, he wouldn't have returned, right?

Alvin looked at the little device in his hand, his Little Donut was too smart for her good. He was patient this time, "I suggest you not to watch it." He said word for a word watching her expression slowly change.

The more he tried to stop her, she was set on watching it. She suddenly twisted his left hand to his back and pressed him against the floor. Before he could retaliate she snapped his right wrist and caught the spy camera in the air.

Alvin: "…"

This woman was brutal. He discerned she always tries not to hurt him, it wasn't because she couldn't win on him.

That apart, he wasn't sure what was in the store after she watched the footage.

Anya quickly kept the little device in her pocket and asked him, without letting him go out of her hold, "Now tell me why I shouldn't watch it?"

Alvin twisted his hand, losing her grip, and turned around pulling her to his arms hearing her gasp.

While her hands created distance between them, his fingers brushed her hair. If he destroys the spy camera or forces her not to watch or remove his footage, it will undoubtedly sprout suspicions. So he accepted he was helpless against his Little Donut's stubbornness.

Nevertheless, he still responded, "It's for your good, Little Donut." He sounded convincing.

For her good? Anya wanted to know what was bad in it, "Then I will watch it."

When did she start to run from trouble? It was better if she solves the problem soon.

"Oh…" He trailed off as he tried to get close to her face. Anya's eyes involuntarily went on his tempting lips and felt her throat run dry. She swallowed hard as she arched her back to move away.

Alvin's lips were threatening to arc higher watching her reactions. He tapped on the tip of her nose to get her eyes on his. "Then we should watch together. I might be of some help." He didn't want her to misunderstand his intention by watching the footage. But he doubted if they would get to watch completely.

Anya, who was holding her breath, nodded her head and added, "Sure." She breathed in relief when he let go of her. She quickly sprinted to her study room.

She collected her high-specification laptop and some folders from the secret locker of the study room. Anya locked and turned around to leave but she shrieked in horror at the nick of the time, "Don't."

Alvin gritted his teeth and held the laptop that he was about to throw to the ground and break into pieces.

Anya breathed slowly to calm herself and patiently explained, "Alvin, I have no right to say how you use your things. But, you should learn to value others' things. This laptop was more than my salary when I started working. I know you can afford such numerous laptops but you can't just break my laptop however you like." She carefully extended her hand to take her laptop.

Alvin snapped at her without handing the laptop, "You won't come looking for me if you get this." It was inevitable that she needed a laptop for her work. If she had her laptop, she wouldn't mind going to him.

Anya: "…"

Anya pursed her lips to hold her smile. She fathomed that he wants her attention and time. Although his way of expressing or dealing with things was extreme, she found him cute and silly. Her son was more mature than him.

Seeing her unresponsive, he lifted his hand again and Anya rushed up to him, "No, no, no, I will look for you more often." She took her laptop and flashed him a sweet smile. She felt like coaxing a grumpy child.

She pondered if anybody else knew how unreasonable and childish he was.

Well, he threatened her, "I will surely break it." If she doesn't go to him.

Anya silently laughed without an idea that she was going to shed invisible tears.