His Devious Rule

Inarticulate, Alvin left the spoon on the empty plate of her dinner. He couldn't believe a person could eat without realizing it. If Anya was somebody else, he would have thought as she was acting.

He looked at the glass of water, he poked her, "Drink water."

"Later."

The only word she utters while working was 'later.' He held the glass in front of her face, blocking her view from the screen, "Now." He commanded.

The softness on her face disappeared at his tone. She grabbed the glass to sip and ended up drinking whole. She looked at her stomach feeling full with a glass of water. Then her eyes went on empty glass in her hand, slowly it turned to the tray that was next to the laptop.

Anya: "..."

She felt her throat struggle at the last sip of her water realizing he fed her till now. 'Which side did the sunrise today?... Am I dreaming?... Is he really Alvin Matthews?' Alvin and gentlemanliness don't sail in the same ship.

When Alvin met Anya's stupefied eyes, he suddenly felt embarrassed, and to add more to the awkwardness, his stomach growled in the soundless study room.

'Pfft,' Anya burst into laughter looking at his face. She should be red-faced for her behavior, why is he uncomfortable?

Alvin: "..."

Looking at the damned woman laughing at him, he gritted his teeth and blamed her, "You ate my dinner. I am hungry now."

Anya stopped laughing. She wanted to say it was him who fed her but that would make him more self-conscious. She stood up as she added, "I will get you dinner."

Alvin tugged her hand, making her sit back, "Continue your work." He instructed, fishing his mobile.

Anya pointed to his stomach, indicating he was hungry. At the same time, Alvin instructed over the phone, "Get me dinner in the study room."

'Yeah right, he has maids and helpers for everything.' She thought and thanked him politely, "Thank you for the dinner." Then she tilted her head to face him, "When did you learn to take care of others?" It was more of a tease than a question. He used to make her starve the whole afternoon, now he fed her seeing her busy. So it was a little hard to accept.

"I-..." He almost blurted he wasn't taking care of her but playing. Anyway, he added smugly, "You owe me dinner."

Anya chuckled with a nod, "Why not! I will cook for you." She couldn't afford the restaurant he goes to.

He liked that idea so he didn't comment and let her study the details she fetched from hacking.

Oliver gently knocked on the door and entered inside with an expression of surprise. Alvin always had food in the dining hall. He was breaking his norms from the time the young lady came. She had her lunch in his bedroom. Now both were having dinner in the study. He was filled with so many surprises that seeing them sitting on the floor didn't surprise him at all.

He left the new tray on the coffee table and picked the other tray. He was about to ask if he needed something, Alvin signaled him to be quiet and waved at him to leave. Oliver nodded and left the room in absolute silence.

Alvin had his dinner with a good appetite. Left the tray aside, waited for her to complete her study, supported his elbow on the couch, leaned his head on the fist… Soon he dozed off due to lack of sleep on the previous night. Probably he was more relaxed in her presence.

When Anya was done collecting the information required, she made a document of the devices she required and some details she will have to keep in mind. Once she was done, she turned to Alvin and realized he was sleeping peacefully. No muscle looked out of place, he looked more approachable than when he is awake.

She smiled recalling the past. He used to nap while giving her tasks, sometimes he used to sleep so long that she was waiting for him to wake up in the library. He used to tell her that he didn't get a wink of sleep at night. "Didn't he sleep last night?" She thought to herself.

The evil side of her mind thought to take advantage of the situation and use his laptop for some time. But her goodness won. "Alvin…" Her mellow voice did not wake him up. She hesitated before shaking his arm, "Alvin…"

He suddenly opened his eyes. They were unfocused for a second and looked at her in high alert as if she was going to do something to him.

Anya continued, "Go and sleep in your room." She added, ignoring his reaction.

"Are you done?" He asked in a raspy voice as he stifled a yawn.

Anya hummed as she stood up and offered him a hand seeing him sleepy. However, he ignored her hand and stood up, "So?"

Anya thought to speak in the morning as it wasn't something they could do in a few hours, "I can do it. We will talk in the morning, go and rest."

He looked at his laptop and her. The words were at the tip of his tongue to ask if she did something against him, then brushed off the thought. "Any plans to run?"

Anya shrugged, "Why will I say that if I have a plan?"

"Do you want me to lock you in a room?" He simply asked.

She wasn't planning to escape anymore. Firstly, due to her safety, and secondly, they have to save those people on the ship. Disregarding that, she needs to collect evidence against Harper for hatching this plan. She needs Alvin's help with that. Though she wasn't going to tell him about her plan, she will pretend like she was going with his plan.

"Nope, I will stay."

Who would like to be locked in a room?

"You can rest well without worry." She added and grabbed the tray from the table. She went out of the room. She wasn't serving him, she didn't want him to wake up his butler in the middle of the night because of it. They have worked all day, they will be exhausted than them.

Alvin yawned looking at her back. He wondered why she wasn't fierce anymore and became so obedient all of a sudden. Though Little Donut was simple and obedient as she was currently behaving, Young Mommy was fierce to protect herself.

Should he just ask her about it?

He grabbed his laptop and checked what happened when Anya went to the lawn. She couldn't be enlightened just by sitting in the cold. She was too stubborn to melt so easily.

In no time, his sleepiness disappeared from his eyes. His gaze turned predatory on the screen when he saw somebody approaching Anya, hiding behind the bushes and plants. He couldn't identify the maid as all the maids wear the same uniform. Then Anya spoke on the phone.

'Why did that maid help Anya?'

'Who did Anya speak with?'

'What is she up to?'

He closed his laptop and placed it in a drawer. He went out in search of the Young Mommy looking like a grim reaper out of hell.