Chapter 314 Late To The Marriage Bureau

Anya had imagined Alvin to be extremely excited upon hearing about the marriage yet he might behave cool. Nevertheless, he was in contrast to it as if he disliked the concept of marriage. Seeing him take her towards the door "Alvin…" She was in home clothes. "Alvin…"

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He wasn't going to kick her out of her home, right?

Alvin deadpanned, grabbing her car keys from the table, "I'm deaf." Deaf until they sign the marriage certificates.

Anya burst into laughter guessing what was going through his mind. He was too cute. He would look perfectly like a child throwing tantrums if he closed his ears and yammered, 'I can't listen.'

In the generation where people date for years and avoid marriages, Alvin was like an obsessed boyfriend who wanted to seal their relationship with a marriage. It wasn't like she had any issues. She tugged him back to her, making him grumpy with her laughter.

Alvin watched her face glow, heartily laughing at him. His hand reached to touch her petite dimple on her cheek, but pinched her cheeks and snorted, seeing her not stopping.

"I'm not listening to any more words." Although he said it, a small part of him was ready to hear her.

Anya climbed on the couch near her and turned him around. Getting on his back for the piggyback ride, she whispered a question, "Are we going to take a marriage picture in your pullover and my PJs?"

Finally getting the confirmation, Alvin's heart was leaping in their chest celebrating his joy. He wanted to take her to the marriage bureau right away. He didn't care about what they were wearing.

Anyway, without showing his excited nerves or happiness on his face, he pretended to be unamused, "Oh."

Anya smiled to herself at his reaction and cheered for both of them. "Mission: Marriage. Location: Marriage Bureau. Status: Initiated. Let's go."

Alvin did try to be casual about it but chuckled hearing her being cute. Not bad, she was excited too. Sneaking his arm around her waist, he pulled her to the front to face her. He went towards the stairs as he asked. "Why do you want to get married?"

Anya's brows lifted as she slowly nodded at his question. He was still confused about what he likes, wants, and loves. But he wishes to listen to her say she loves him. Wasn't it unfair for her?

"Because I…" She trailed watching his anticipation and grinned, "I can do whatever I want with you." She pecked on his lips and grinned smugly.

Alvin: "…"

Her 'whatever she wanted to do with him had nothing but little kisses and hugs. Anyway, who cares? He was ready to accept any reason to be her everything.

Anya asked back, curious about his reasons, "And why do you want to marry me?"

Alvin considered the question seriously. He didn't have a particular response. If he still tried to find the response, he had many reasons. He wanted her to be with him. He enjoyed her company even doing nothing to nonsense. She gave him a place called home. She was the only one he could do anything for. He does regret his actions in the past, he wanted to make up for everything… And the list doesn't stop.

Getting into the bedroom, he pinned her on the bed. Importantly, he wished for her to depend on him, seek him for anything and everything, "I want you to find me for whatever that might happen." His soothing voice was low and deep, touching the chords of her heart.

Anya was dazed hearing him. She expected him to tease her, not say something so casually. Alvin Matthews everyone knew was a person who lives for himself. The one she knew had made her as his life.

She felt lighter than a feather as if floating in the air, leaving all the troubles behind. She was happy, yet calm without knowing how to express it.

Her cold fingers grazed over his face as her eyes fluttered shut, capturing his lips. She had missed this feeling.

Was it a yes? Will she find him?

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Alvin cupped her face and sucked on her delectable lips. But he snapped out, recalling the marriage bureau will close on time. He broke the kiss swiftly before he starts to devour her savory lips.

Anya: ??

He pecked on her lips and went to the bathroom leaving her on the bed, "Get ready, I will take a quick shower." He had a long journey.

Anya smiled helplessly on the bed seeing him in a hurry but… 'I want a kiss.'

She quickly wore a white blazer-styled short wrap dress. Paired with white ankle-length boots, she picked a beige overcoat to keep her warm. Standing in front of the closet, she picked a white blazer for Alvin and a beige overcoat to match with her.

She was smiling to herself when Alvin exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His skin was flushed after a hot shower and the defined lines of his abs were tempting.

'Shameless man,' Although she had seen him naked and it wasn't the first time seeing him half naked, she couldn't help but pretend like she didn't care and went to the dressing table.

Her treacherous mind recalled the intoxicated Alvin in her bathtub leaving her face pink and glowing. She started dotting CC cream on her face to look a bit presentable next to the sexy- She means handsome man.

Alvin noticed his clothes on the bed and her matching outfit. He went behind her as he noticed her back stiffening, yet forcing her eyes to focus on her face. "Sneaky Kitten," He mused, twirling her chair to face him.

His masculine cologne invaded her nostrils, leaving her edgy on the chair. She managed to say with a straight face looking at him, "Marriage Bureau will close soon."

Alvin held her chin and made her look at him. He questioned, "Wouldn't they wait for a kiss?"

Anya didn't get to respond when his face suddenly came closer when his lips were at hair breathed from her lips. Her eyes fluttered close, anticipating a toe-curling kiss when his hot breath fanned her lips. His finger trailed her down her chin, making her hold her breath pulling her to the edge.

A few seconds passed when she didn't feel him near her. Opening her eyes, she caught him in trousers, wearing his shirt at ease. She couldn't believe he did that.

Alvin pretended to have a sudden realization, "Oh, you wanted to watch me wear clothes?"

Anya sucked in a deep breath as she kept the tube away from her hand. Of course, she was sensible to realize he was tempting her, playing with her, and having fun. She got it, he was happy, excited like a child. But she wasn't going to get bullied.

She stood up and sauntered towards him, trailing her eyes at his hands as he buttoned his shirt, covering his chiseled abs.

His speed lowered at her deliberate walk and an intense gaze that was hard to define. Damn, she was just playing her little tricks, why was he frozen and anticipating?

Err… He wanted to say they would get late to the marriage bureau if they kept teasing each other. He was too late.

Anya lifted her hand and on his chest. A finger grazed his bare skin while the rest were on his shirt. She felt him twitch as if he wanted to escape from her touch.

Meeting his glowering, Anya mused in a faint, melodious voice as her fingers trailed down his chest, barely brushing his skin, "Quick. Or else we will be late to the marriage bureau."

Alvin: "…"

Was he being seduced by her touch or those steely gray eyes' intense gaze or the melting voice?

Quick? She was taking forever to hold each button and button all up. It was pure torture. And he swore she will enjoy the same, if not high voltage, treatment very soon. But before she could make him go for a cold shower in the winter on their marriage day, he needs to stop her. "An-"

Anya took another step closer, cutting off his words. Her finger found the edge of his trouser and traced it as her hands went around his waist.

Alvin caught her hand before she does something stupid that will make him go crazy and press her on the bed. "Anya Owen… I will be swift." He gently coaxed her to stop her hands.

Seeing him behave, Anya held back her laughter as she nodded, "Yes please."

How could he just say or do nothing when she just played him?

"Perverted Rascal!" He tried to grab her, but she screamed, crawled on the bed, and ran away from the bedroom, leaving him speechless.