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Anya pursed her lips to control her laughter that almost slipped her lips. She couldn't believe Alvin just did that and was standing cluelessly. She quickly took the kitchen towel and silently cleaned his shirt first, then cleaned the counter. She grabbed the apron that was close by and tied it around his waist. If not, Alvin will run to the suite to change his shirt.

Then she calmly taught him, "Alvin, you just have to tap lightly, once it cracks, split the shell using your fingers and pour the content in the bowl." She was a good teacher adding actions with her words.

Alvin, who faced a massive failure in his life, collected himself. He was embarrassed. He silently tried and cracked it smoothly. Anyway, while splitting the shell, he crushed the shell, causing the shell pieces to mix with yolk and egg white.

Anya bit her lip to avoid laughing. He was using too much strength. She encouraged him, "It's alright. Don't squeeze the shell, you have to part the shell into two. You can use both of your hands. Try again."

Then he wasted five more eggs and Anya was laughing her heart out holding her stomach hearing him blame the eggshell as too weak. Her stomach hurt even more with her laughter.

Alvin's men, who were instructed to give them privacy, were peeking into the kitchen due to Anya's heartwarming laughter. Somebody is daring enough to laugh right on their boss's face. In their mind, they already got the lady boss. Then they silently laughed at Alvin as though they were any better than him.

Alvin was itching to dump all the eggs into the bin. He snapped at her, "Were you lying? How could a little kid do this?" If he doesn't use force, the egg won't crack, if he uses a little force, it breaks. He was fed up with it. Breaking a stone felt easier than this.

Anya smiled, recalling her son. "You want to learn his method?" Somehow she loved to see Alvin doing things as Zane, or should she say it as Zane is like Alvin.

She didn't wait for a response, she quickly grabbed an egg and spoon. She handed it to him, "Hold vertically and tap on the top." She was more enthusiastic to teach this method. Her lips were curled high, eyes were shining and the dimples were so cute that he found them distracting.

Alvin doubted if she was finding a chance to make fun of him. Anyway, he stubbornly tried to prove that he could also do it. He tapped twice on the shell and the eggshell cracked.

She took the spoon away from his hand, "Now carefully remove the cracked shell pieces."

Alvin obliged like an obedient student.

Anya looked at his big palm holding a small egg while trying her son's method. If her son's actions were adorable, Alvin's actions are comical. She giggled silently.

Alvin was successful. He quickly grabbed a new bowl, poured the contents into it, without waiting for her instructions. He repeated and added two more eggs. In no time he made a simple two omelet and proudly placed it in front of her.

Anya forced her smile away looking at his cold but handsome face asking for compliments. Well, he deserved praise. He didn't give up and was determined to make it. She was sure it was annoying for him, yet he was washing his hands, cleaning the counter, and trying it again.

She patted his arm, "Well done, Alvin Matthews. You have learned how to cook eggs." She chuckled seeing him smug. She didn't tease him, "Let's eat." She was about to grab her plate, Alvin took it away and handed his omelets to her. Then he walked out.

Anya: "..."

Her smile faded looking at the golden yellow omelets on a white porcelain plate. She didn't think he was cooking for her. She felt special…

Suddenly she shook her head, 'What am I thinking? Anya Owen, think straight.'

So she shook off her thoughts and went out to sit with him. Of course, she praised him more after tasting it, making him all the more arrogant.

Alvin was satisfied and also surprised at how a simple salted omelet could be tasty too. Or probably it was just her company.

Anya got down to serious business after enjoying a little time, which will be permanently stored in her memories. 'Ahem.' She awkwardly cleared her throat, licked her dry lips in uneasiness.

She slowly tested the waters when his attention was already on her, "Don't you have anything to ask me?" She was speaking about the last evening when she had told him some gibberish and assumed she revealed the truth about her son's birth.

Alvin: "..."

Why was she talking in riddles?

Nevertheless, he thought hard. He had a lot of things to know about her so there were endless questions. At the same time, he was kind of sure that she wouldn't tell him. So he questioned back to know what she was expecting him to ask, "About what?"

Anya was confused. He should be smart and know what she was pointing at. "About Zane, I told you yesterday."

'Zane' Alvin knows it's her five-year-old baby boy. Now he was confused, "Why don't I remember you speaking about your baby?"

Did he perhaps lose some of his memories? He seriously doubted.

Instead of getting sad, Anya's face started to glow in happiness. Yet she tried to confirm, "The thing I said when I wasn't able to float."

Alvin suddenly stood up causing her heart to drop to the pit of her stomach. Looking at his face darken and glare at her, the color drained from her face.

Alvin rolled the magazine and smacked her head, not at all gentle. Then he grabbed her ear and reprimanded, "Which idiot asked you to give up? Was it all talk when you speak about your family? If I ever get to know you're giving up your life for somebody else, I will personally send you to hell."

Anya got tears, the pain was real. He wasn't gentle or playing. He was really angry. She cried while fathoming his anger.

Alvin left her when he noticed her ear turn bright red till her neck. He grimly sat back in front of her, watching her rub her ear and sniffle. He was even itching to pinch her cheeks and make her cry. It was infuriating just to recall how she asked him to let go of her.

Anya murmured rubbing her ear, "I thought if you are fine, you will look after my baby and parents."

Clenching his teeth, Alvin glared at her for a few seconds and looked away. He remembered her gibberish and understood what she was trying to tell at the neck of the moment. If something had happened to her, he was sure her parents and son would have resented him, Krystle would have sought revenge, and he would have become a living dead. He couldn't even bring himself to imagine seeing her lifeless right in his arms.

Anya deduced Alvin doesn't know about her son yet. Though she was curious how he missed it, she didn't dare to bring it up again and provoke him.

He suddenly snapped at her, "They want you." He has nobody to wait for him at home or look forward to his return. The Collins might treat him good but they had their own life in which he had no space. Whereas her family is different. Her little son needs her, her parents wouldn't be able to bear such a blow. She is the heart of her family. So she has to be safe.

Anya's shoulder jumped when his cold voice rang. She lowered her head and sighed. He was right, she is she and he couldn't be her. However, in the matter of life and death, she didn't want to drag him down. It wasn't an easy decision for her either. At least one should be alive instead of both sacrificing.

Was she wrong with her decision to keep him safe and alive?

Then will he scold her for getting tangled with his and Flora's mess in the past?

Nobody understood her in the past, her parents, Krstyle scolded her. Others laughed at her, called her insulting names. Now, he was angry with her recent decision. Looks like all she does is make terrible mistakes. She felt awful.

If she stays away from him, there won't be such mistakes. 'I better don't get swayed.'