Buried in the arms, Anya blinked softly. There were numerous things she never shared with anyone. Whenever she shared one thing with Alvin, she felt like she was relieved from some weight.
Her lips faintly curled when she recalled how Alvin had snapped at her when she cried for the first time in front of him and how he was trying to calm her down now. Anyway, she hoped for him to understand her needs.
Alvin gently caressed her head. One or two landlords troubling her could be a coincidence but not many. He wanted to point out to her that there could be somebody who was targeting her in the past years. It might not be because she was a single mother and worked for long hours but somebody kept a close eye on her whereabouts.
His first and only suspicion was obviously his father and stepmother. He tried to think of others, but he got nobody else to his mind.
