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Alisha felt a cold sensation as a chunk of ice cream filled her mouth, with Alice's breath now fanning over her chin.

‘Maybe I should eat the ice cream quickly, so he'll leave,’ Alisha thought to herself, hurriedly shoving the cone into her mouth, leaving Alice holding the lower part.

Alice was shocked by how she devoured the whole cone in one go.

‘Damn, she's quick. Wonder how she'd manage with something else,’ he thought to himself.

“Now move, the ice cream's gone. You can have the rest,” Alisha said, struggling to speak as she tried to eat the massive amount she'd stuffed into her mouth.

Some ice cream fell out as she spoke.

“You're going to choke if you keep doing that,” Alice said, grabbing her cheeks, getting her mouth opened, and removing the chunks of ice cream.

‘Eww,’ Alisha cringed as she swallowed the remaining pieces.

The urge to vomit surged in her stomach as she watched him suck the chunks of ice cream he'd removed from her mouth.

He clearly had weird habits, from the awkward first kiss to this disgusting display.

Alice put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, eating the chunks coated with her saliva.

Alisha's revulsion only deepened as she watched Alice casually consume the remnants of the ice cream, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort.

Feeling a mixture of disgust and indignation, Alisha couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would engage in such behaviour. It was as if Alice had no concept of boundaries or basic hygiene.

Suppressing the urge to give him some lectures on this, Alisha instead focused on regaining her composure.

As Alice finished licking his fingers clean, he looked at Alisha, who literally looked like she had seen some ghost .

"It's just ice cream, why are you looking at me like I'm eating shit?" Alice asked, noticing her openly disgusted expression.

He finished the remaining part of the ice cream, waiting for a response from her, but she remained silent, prompting him to drop the subject.

Alisha wanted to express how repulsive she found his actions, but she hesitated, not wanting to provoke him further.

Even if she did speak up, it might come across as though she was insulting her own mouth, which was far cleaner .

"I don't have a problem, it's just ice cream," Alisha said, pulling away and retreating to a corner to stare out the window, her mind racing with thoughts and the scene replaying in her head.

Everything felt so chaotic, and she struggled to comprehend his behaviour, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and unable to clear her mind.

While she had interactions with males before, none had ever come as close to her as Alice had, especially with intimate gestures like kissing and casual hugging.

According to her, only couples do things like that .

The confusion she felt from his actions was more perplexing than any confusion she encountered during exams.

Alice couldn't help but smile as he watched Alisha retreat to the corner, attempting to hide her discomfort.

The lingering taste of her saliva on his tongue, the sweetness in his mouth, the cold feeling on his lips and hands, and the stickiness on his fingers all served as reminders of the passionate moment they had just shared.

He was grateful for the idea of getting ice cream, as it had given them this intimate moment together.

In that moment, he felt like a lovesick puppy, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions.

The car came to a stop in front of Alice's house, and the driver opened the door for him. He stepped out and then moved to the other side to open the door for Alisha.

Alisha remained silent as he lifted her, knowing she couldn't walk much due to the lingering pain from her office commute. Besides, it seemed like Alice enjoyed carrying her around, a weird gesture.

"Where's mom?" Alice inquired as the maid opened the door, allowing him to enter the house with Alisha in his arms.

"Madam has already gone to bed," the maid replied, bowing her head respectfully.

"Okay," Alice acknowledged, continuing towards the stairs and making his way to his room.

Upon entering his room, he headed straight for the bathroom.

"Why are you taking me there?" Alisha asked, a hint of confusion and fear in her voice, worried that he might try to bathe her again against her wishes.

"I know you don't want me to bathe you. I'm just leaving you here because of your injured feet," Alice reassured her, understanding her discomfort.

He felt like a changed person, realising that he was now considering other people's comfort and discomfort. Though he couldn't shake the feeling that caring too much might come with its own set of consequences.

Despite his internal conflict, Alice gently sets Alisha down in the bathtub.

Alisha watched him leave with a sense of relief in her eyes.

"I'll be right outside if you need anything," he reassured her softly before closing the door behind him.

Twenty minutes later, Alice called out from outside, "Are you done, Angel?" He had taken a shower in another room and figured it was enough time for her to finish her bath.

"Yes," Alisha replied softly.

Alice entered the bathroom and found Alisha standing naked in front of the bathroom sink, trying to steady herself.

"You should have called me; your feet aren't in any condition to walk," he said gently, lifting her naked body into his arms and carrying her out. He placed her on the sofa before retrieving his shirt and a towel from the cupboard in his room.

"Here, dry yourself," Alice said, handing her the shirt and towel.

Alisha felt embarrassed by how casually he saw her naked, but she reminded herself that he had bathed her before. She chose not to make a fuss about it.

Meanwhile, Alice returns with a first aid box.

He gently took her feet in his lap and began cleaning and bandaging them again.

Her fresh scent filled the air, but this time it didn't arouse him; instead, it brought him a sense of peace, something he hadn't expected. He realized that ensuring her well-being was his priority, even over his own desires.

"Done. Now let's sleep," he said after finishing bandaging her feet. He lifted her and carried her to bed, settling beside her and softly hugging her, placing her head on his chest.

"Goodnight, Angel," he whispered.

Alisha closed her eyes, feeling exhausted and lacking the energy to resist or argue about sleeping beside him. "Goodnight," she murmured in response, finally allowing herself to relax in his embrace.

Knock. Knock.

Alice stirred in his sleep at the sound of knocking on the door. He was usually a light sleeper, or perhaps it was due to his insomnia; he rarely slept longer than four hours.

His eyes fell on Alisha, practically clinging to him like a koala bear, her face nestled against his chest, her lips grazing his nipples through his shirt.

Alice observed her, noticing how his shirt dwarfed her, revealing her cleavage and thighs, while barely concealing the rest. Half of her backside peeked out from her panties.

‘This girl,’ Alice sighed. He had aptly given her the name Angel; even in her sleep, she exuded seductiveness without effort.

Exposed like this and sleeping so innocently, it was almost comical how her lips grazed his nipple, reminiscent of a baby seeking milk.

"Sir."

Alice snapped out of his trance at the repeated knock. "What?"

"Sir, a few people came to meet you," the servant replied from outside, his voice trembling at the sound of Alice's tone.

Alice's eyes narrowed, unable to comprehend who would visit him. He didn't have any scheduled meetings, and even if he did, he never entertained visitors at his home. So who dared to come?

"Who came?" Alice inquired, seeking clarification, as he gently placed Alisha's head on the pillow and removed her hands and feet from him.

Despite his reluctance, he wanted to sleep more. With her, he felt like he could spend the whole day in bed, and it left him feeling refreshed. It was a rare occurrence; otherwise, his temper would worsen in the morning due to lack of sleep. But now, he feels great.

"Sir, we also don't know," the servant replied nervously.

"Then why the hell did you come here if you don't know who they are? Just throw them out," Alice growled in frustration.

He didn't want to disturb Alisha's sleep, but now he was being bothered by this nonsense early in the morning. He couldn't do anything but raise his voice.

"Madam called for you because they refuse to leave. She thought it best if you met them," the servant explained, her voice trembling.

Alice cursed under his breath. Sometimes, his mother took advantage of situations, knowing he wouldn't refuse her orders or could do anything about it.

He massaged his forehead in frustration. "I'm coming. Get lost."

As soon as Alice gave the command, the servant hastily retreated, fearing for her life.

He only had female servants in his house, despite his dislike of gender as a whole. But for his mother's comfort, he couldn't do anything but accommodate them.

Moreover, he was relieved now that Alisha was there. He didn't want her exposed to unnecessary interactions.

Apart from a few people like his driver, assistant, and his best friend, he didn't want anyone else on his radar. Even though he had brought Alisha into his male-dominated company, he made sure no one got too close to her or caused any trouble. So, he didn't mind it that much.

He glanced once again at Alisha, observing how she continued to sleep soundly, unfazed by his outburst at the servant. It was clear she was a deep sleeper.

Alice rose from the bed, running his fingers through his hair before softly unlocking the door and stepping out of the room.

Descending the stairs, he spotted his mother standing with a tense expression.

"What happened, Mom? Who came? And why did you let someone unknown into the house?" Alice spoke, ready to confront whoever dared to trespass onto his property.

Daisy turned to face her son. "Alisha's mother is here," she replied solemnly.

"Her mother?" Alice's confusion deepened. He knew Alisha was an orphan, but then he recalled how she referred to a woman named Mary as her mother.

Approaching his mother, he stood beside her, his gaze falling on the woman who exuded a different aura from Alisha's.

"Where is my daughter?" Mary's voice pierced the air as soon as her eyes landed on Alice.

She was seething with rage, her stress palpable. Ever since she had learned of Alisha's kidnapping in the middle of the park and the children's tearful accounts of the frightening men who had taken Alisha, Mary's mind had been consumed with worry.

She couldn't shake the memory of Alisha mentioning Alice's name before, relating it to their dog's death. Mary had scoured the internet for information, eventually confirming his identity with the children's help and obtaining an address.

Now she stood here, facing a man who appeared far more dangerous than the descriptions Alisha and the children had provided.

Was she scared?

Yes.

But would she leave without Alisha?

Absolutely not.

"What can I do for you?" Alice asked nonchalantly, recognizing Mary as someone close to Alisha.

Had it been anyone else, they would have found themselves in deep trouble. But this was an older lady, and moreover, someone close to his Angel. So, he couldn't afford to lose his temper.

"My daughter, give me my daughter, you bastard," Mary's voice trembled with fury.

"Please try to control your anger, Miss. Let's try to talk calmly," Daisy interjected, not because Mary had shouted or called Alice a bastard, but because she knew her son. The way Mary was addressing Alice was unlikely to lead to anything good.

She needed to defuse the situation before Alice did something that would only escalate matters further.

‘Bastard?’

Alice's mind raced, but he maintained a composed smile. "I wouldn't speak like that if I were you, especially in my house.”

"I don't care. I'm not here by choice. I'm here because my daughter is here, you filth," Mary retorted, her voice laced with disdain.

‘Wow,’ Alice thought to himself.

It was the first time in his life he had been called such names, and they certainly didn't sound amusing. He wasn't someone who took insults lightly.

“Tone it down. My Angel is sleeping,” Alice said, his forced smile replaced with a smirk this time.

‘Angel?’ Mary mumbled, recalling the day Alisha had mentioned how he called her that.

She recalled every word Alisha had uttered before, and now she understood why Alisha had been so frightened that day. It wasn't just because Lucky had died; it was because this man exuded danger from every angle, no matter how she tried to view him.

“I think we can discuss this calmly,” Daisy intervened once again, attempting to defuse the tension.