Anya kneeled in front of her son, hugged him, kissed him, wished him the night. Zane obediently went to bed.
Alvin: "…"
He watched her sit back on the chair and tilt her head when their eyes met. Her eyes shone like two moons in the dark sky and sat there anticipating him to say something without a hint of annoyance or losing her cool.
Alvin knew he melted right there. His lips were craving to curl up and his fingers itched to pull her cheeks.
He expected her to leave him for her son. Although he would have understood her, it still displeased him. Now that she prioritized him, he was greedy for more attention. So he started testing his luck and continued to ignore her.
An hour passed, Anya knew her stubbornness was just her stupidity. Yet she sat there, hoping the heartless man would show some kindness.
Didn't he want to marry her? Then how could he ignore her so blatantly? She sulked watching him work.
