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Anya didn't wake up and Alvin started to worry. They didn't have a doctor on board, "Where is the nearest island?" He demanded a response.

The pilot was shaking his head when Alvin's men responded, "Boss, there is no island nearby. It will take us an overnight journey at minimum to reach any landmass."

Alvin frowned. If she doesn't wake up, they will have to catch up with the cruise ship and get the doctor on board. If the ship is hijacked, he will have no choice but use and buy Harper's men.

Recalling Harper, he was initially glad he got to meet his Little Donut. Now he considered getting down to dirty business and teaching Harper a lesson.

The yacht soon arrived. It went close to them and the three men rushed to the extended deck that was at the water level. They saw the lady lying unconscious on the floating board and looked at Alvin still in the water. His healthy glow of skin had paled in the cold water, exhaustion and worry behind his indifference were apparent on his face.

"Boss…" They urged him to get on the board. "Please get on the yacht, we will bring the lady."

"Bring her up, quick." Alvin hurried his men on the yacht to bring Anya on board.

The three men in the water lifted the floating board, the other three men gave a hand and shifted the floating board on the extended deck without letting her touch the water again. His men on the board didn't dare to carelessly hold her until Alvin cued one. One of the men on the board quickly carried Anya to the lounge next to the pool.

The two men stayed behind Alvin waiting for him to get on the yacht. He was too stubborn and prideful to ask for a hand so they could only be on guard behind him.

Anya's lashes trembled. The three men's attention was on Alvin so they didn't notice her waking up. She slowly moved her hand and felt the soft cushion on the lounge, instead of water. She didn't know she was unconscious for a few minutes. She started to come to senses and feel the surroundings.

How was she saved? There was nothing around them. If she is safe, where is Alvin?

Her heartbeats which were lowering started taking pace in fear, her shallow breathing turned heavy when she forced her eyes open. "Alvin…" Her hoarse voice barely penetrated while hurting her throat.

Panicked Anya, rushed to stand while looking around without seeing Alvin next to her. Her eyes filled up seeing the unknown men but Alvin. He wouldn't be stupid like her to save her and put himself in danger, would he?

Alvin, who was climbing up the ladder, felt like the ailing voice was an illusion. Anyway, he quickened to the deck and pushed his man away to take a look at her.

Anya desperately shouted his name, hoping he would appear, "Alvin… Alvin…" Her gaze finally fell on the man who came on the deck. Relief washed over her, causing her to deeply sigh. A tear rolled down on her cheek when she blinked.

Alvin who was worried about her, breathed in relief seeing her fine. He couldn't believe she was the same woman who threatened to kill him in the water for not being sure about the situation, then ready to give up her life, just so he could wait for his men. And now, she was panicking without seeing him.

She wanted to push him away, yet couldn't bear to part. He doubted if he really knew her and what was happening in her little head.

He saw her legs shaking, yet trying to walk. He rushed towards her, "Sit…" He commanded her.

'Thud.'

Her legs gave out after three steps and fell on the wooden finished floor. She winced a little but looked at him. He still had the energy to run and she felt useless seeing herself slumped on the floor.

"Goofball…" He chided her as he kneeled in front of her.

Anya looked at his handsome face. Lifting her hand, her fingers barely grazed his cheek. Her mood lightened seeing him safe, spirits brightened as they made it safe. An arc appeared on her pale face with a mischievous tiny giggle escaping her lips as she said in a weak voice, "You look like a… Vampire." The pale and cold skin, breathtaking face, slender body, and uninterested gaze.

Alvin: "..."

He wasn't expecting that. So was it a compliment? He wasn't sure.

Anya struggled to unwrap the outer robe around her shoulder and tried to put it on Alvin under the other six men's gaze. Those men were already surprised by Alvin being worried and attentive about a woman. Now, they saw her trying to take care of Alvin when she didn't even have any energy.

It had long become her habit of taking care of her son and parents before worrying about herself. So she naturally tried to help him, seeing him wet and cold. Pushing herself to stand on her knees, she tried her best to put the rob over him but slipped to the floor.

Alvin was dazed at her actions. Anyway, he was quick to support her by his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder seeing her huffing for air. He flicked on her forehead and heard her whine in a low voice. "Worry about yourself." He scorned. He wasn't going to tell her that her actions warmed his heart because even he didn't know what he felt just now.

He stood up, scooping her to his arms. A frown immediately appeared on his face realizing he couldn't hold her. His arms were shaking.

"Boss…" His men ran up to them in a hurry. They never knew their boss could be careless. One of the men even extended his hand to hold Anya.

Anya patted Alvin's shoulder, "Put me down." It was a simple request. She didn't have the energy to be fierce anyway.

Alvin glared at the man who wanted to carry his Little Donut. The man was speechless. He didn't have a death wish so he backed away instantly.

He glared at the lady in his arms. He couldn't believe weak or strong, she repeats the same words. "You can't walk." He sneered coldly, without leaving her. He didn't walk either as he doubted he might drop her.

Anya sighed. She didn't want to hurt his pride in front of so many men by saying he was exhausted or weak. Knowing him too well, she negotiated, "Then, give me a hand." She didn't want others to carry her either.

"..." The six men looked at the two stubborn fellows.

The pilot quickly attached the seaplane to the yacht and got on the yacht. The two men who had entered the water went to change their clothes. The three men closely followed the couple. They had to stop when they entered the private section of the yacht, that's Alvin's room.

Alvin took her to the luxurious master suite by descending stairs. Anya was panting heavily when she got off the last stair and leaned against Alvin who paused for her breath.

To her right, it was a glass wall overlooking the enormous ocean. She got goosebumps recalling them floating on the water. In front of her were two plush and cozy warm-toned couches with a center table facing the ocean.

Her eyes shifted left to the spacious bedroom. Anya was inarticulate and felt even more exhausted.

Why was the suite on the yacht so big? She felt tired just thinking she still has to walk a lot of steps to reach that bed.

The contemporary styled interior had used white marble, wooden, and light warm tones. The room was completely equipped as in the bedrooms in the hall. The large bed was in the center facing the large television. The opposite side had an L-shaped couch against the glass wall.

The small table in front of the footbed had a bottle of wine, unlighted candles, and two flutes. She spotted two more doors inside. She could guess one to be Alvin's study and another one as ensuite.

She glanced at him without understanding why she was brought to his suite. However, she didn't ask. She didn't have the energy to climb the stairs.

"Take rest, don't run around." He sounded indifferent, yet she knew he was worried.

She pointed to the ensuite, "I need to take…"

Alvin cut her off, "There is no female on board to help you." He glared at her as he reminded her, "You will faint before you shower."

Anya: "..."

She had nothing to argue as he was right.

He helped her sit and went to the ensuite. Returning with a fresh bathrobe, he placed it next to her, "Get rid of your wet clothes and go to bed. Get that?" She didn't have the strength to wear clothes so he felt a bathrobe was easier to wear.

Anya pouted hearing him being harsh to her. She felt like she was being scolded for something. 'What did I do?'

Suddenly her eyes widened recalling she revealed Alvin was her son's father. She didn't know what she said made no sense to him. Her mind ran wild.

'Is that the reason he is cold and angry at me?'

'Then why isn't he asking me anything?'

How could anybody be indifferent if they get to know they have a five-year-old son out of the blue? So the negative thoughts flooded her mind even if she wanted to stay positive.

'Did he misunderstand me?... I didn't mean to sleep with him.'

'Is he disgusted by me?' He was always revolted by the people who try to link him with tricks.

'Will he loathe my baby?'

The questions were countless with numerous theories. She didn't even realize he had left the room for her. She swallowed hard thinking she shouldn't have told him anything.

'What if he tries to take away my baby?'

'Why am I so stupid?'

'You are such a coward, Anya Owen.'

She won't be able to fight against Alvin for her baby because it will be Zane who will suffer between them. She couldn't stand Alvin looking at Zane in hatred.

Now, she had valid reasons to run away from Alvin.