Capítulo 65: A Drenched Kitten

His tongue was dipped in bitter soup, "If you could have managed, you wouldn't have tripped." He admonished her as though she was a little mischievous kid. Deep down he just wanted to make sure it wasn't severe as she would hide from him.

Seeing her pout, he lowered his voice, "Be good." It came like a warning. His long hand reached for her leg but she hugged her legs immediately. "I am not good. Go, I am fine." She knows to take care of herself else she wouldn't have survived so many years with a baby by her side.

He ignored her words and tried to reach her leg again. "Let me check." He was so mild that Anya took a second to confirm she heard him right. He gently held her ankle and removed her heels. 

"Nope…. Alvin…" She tried to crawl away to the other side of the bed.