Five Wives

Anya is aware nobody has the lenience around Alvin as much as she does. And he also started to succumb to her stubbornness. She curiously asked since he took care of her ignoring his ire, "Why do you treat me well?"

Alvin opened his eyes at her random question. He flipped to the side to look at her. She was still in the bathrobe, tightly wrapped and knotted. Under the dim light, he couldn't make out her expression. Yet, he could feel her soft gaze on him.

The time he spent with her, played in his mind like a reel. Though he didn't treat her like a precious person in the past, he truly treated her better than anybody else. He didn't know why. He was doing what he felt like doing.

'Probably because she didn't see me as Matthews.' He wondered. He had also noticed she wasn't afraid if he was cold or tried to get close to him or flirted with him. She was somebody who chose him for being him.