Chapter 47 - A Thief (1/2)

Anya wasn't running because she was scared. She was trying to lure whoever was following her, so that could take the dominance instead of getting hurt by any weapon if the person was wielding it.

The mansion was designed so flawlessly that it was hard to lure them to the corner. She thought to hide in her room and attacking when they will enter inside. She entered inside and left the door ajar. She hid aside. Her legs were one behind the other and hands in position to attack and defend immediately without delay.

However, the footsteps suddenly seized and heard the steps stumbling and noises as if being choked. She slowly peaked out and saw a tall man choking a lady clutching her throat against the wall.

She identified it was Alvin under the dim lights, she ran over to him and held his arm, ”Alvin, leave her… Alvin, please… She will die… Alvin…” She screamed at the end to bring Alvin to his senses.

Alvin mercilessly threw the maid to the floor and Anya immediately pulled him away. The maid coughed her lungs out lying on the floor. Afraid he might again do something to the maid, Anya didn't let go of his hand. She anxiously checked the corridor for the switch to turn on the bright lights.

Alvin glared at the maid controlling his anger. When he heard the footsteps twice, he was awake without understanding who could be walking in the corridor without turning on the lights. When he heard the quick footsteps he couldn't help but to check. Anya passed by when he was opening the door and the next moment he instinctively held the person who followed her.

Feeling a firm grip on his arm, he misunderstood as Anya was frightened. He reached out and hugged her when she wasn't looking at him.

Anya: ”...”

She left his hand and tried to break free from his strong cage-like arms. He was holding her in a firm hold, the more she struggled to move. She tried to speak, ”Alvin, I am alright.”

Nevertheless, he used his free hand and buried her in his arms. His hand gently caressed her head without his knowledge. He glared at the maid who was struggling to breathe.

Anya felt powerless in his arms. It was too uncomfortable for her to be embraced like that. It was her first time too. The hugs of parents, friends, and son weren't so overbearing and… securely warm. She didn't like how her body was slowly melting for his tender action to calm her down.

That's more of a reason for her to get away from this man. She knew he had no idea how his simple actions, probably out of pity, could stir a turmoil in her. In the past, she was a fool to have silent, innocent feelings for him. She didn't want to make the same mistake again, she couldn't afford such mistakes.

She again tried to press her hand on his chest to get away, and her hand froze on his chest, his heart beating was louder than hers. She gently shifted her head and pressed her ear on his right chest. She could still hear his rapid beats. 'What is he afraid of?” She thought he was calming himself more than her.

'It must be because he is angry.' She found a reason of her own. She gently pushed him and lifted her head, ”Alvin, I can't breathe.” He was holding her rather tight.

Alvin let go of her immediately and his eyes looked at her body trying to check if she was hurt, the brightness of the light wasn't enough, he reached out the lights and turned them on without leaving her hand.

Anya looked at the maid. The maid had caught breath and trembled like a fluttering autumn leaf in the wind. She was so scared that she was afraid to cry or make any sound.

Anya identified that the maid wasn't the maid who gave her mobile. 'Why was she following me? Did she think I am a thief?' Her thoughts always start simple without doubting others so easily.

Alvin cupped her face causing her to face him, ”Are you hurt? Why are you awake at this time? Are you uncomfortable in that room?” He sounded worried.

”Alvin, relax.” She didn't think too much as he was awake from sleep and witnessed somebody chasing after her.