Trapped with a Doctor novel Chapter 83

"Fine, " Arvin replied. How could he resist laughing? He embraced her tightly, lowered his head and kissed her on her deliriously tantalizing lips.

Before Angela realized what was going on, she was being spread out languorously on the ottoman. Arvin's desire was fomenting, and he was expecting more. Angela suddenly grasped his bold hands, embarrassed and blushing red. "No..." she said. "Enjoy the noodles."

Reminded by Mandy, Angela was already aware of what Arvin wanted to do by observing his reactions. There was something vaingloriously attractive in the way he hulked above her biting his bottom lip.

She knew what Arvin wanted to do exactly, but she dared not... After all, he's not her boyfriend technically.

"Hum." The man answered in a low voice. He held her small hands tightly to alleviate his vigor.

Angela felt her hands hurt, but was not scared. She withheld her peals of irritation from the pain.

After a while, she heard him saying in a hoarse voice, "Angela. Don't fall in love with me..."

Angela's body gradually became stiff. "Why?"

"I'm afraid I couldn't give you the life you expect." But, despite himself, he was committed to trying on that front.

She glanced at his body sideways. Angela asked, "But do you know what I really want?"

She was pretty sure that Teresa was right and Arvin was indeed in love with someone, but it was just... not her.

Arvin didn't say anything this time. He stood up from the sofa and helped Angela up. "Whatever you want, I will try my best to give it to you."

"..." Angela gave him a hard bash on his shoulder. "You are so annoying. Arvin. I really hate you! You bastard!"

Why did he stop her from falling in love with him? Why was he in charge of everything, even her heart? What if she had already been in love with him?

Arvin eyes fell soft at this sight of her. He held her hands tightly with his thumb touching her joints tenderly. "Yes. I am an annoying bastard."

Wasn't he? He knew that the future might be tough, but he just couldn't help holding her in his arms step by step.

Angela shunted his hands away and took a deep breath for clarity. She tried to cover her sadness with her pride. "Hum. Big wing. You are such a narcissist! I've got so many wooers! You are certainly out of my list!"

She thought she had covered it quite well.. But she was wrong. Her proud armor had too many chinks, and one by one, Arvin pierced his lance through to see the ocean of sadness beneath.

His little girl, so cute, so adorable.

"Well, yes, " he admitted, "since you have a pretty face, I bet there must be many men chasing after you." He was tender when saying the first half of this sentence, but his voice sounded increasingly unhappy when saying the second half.

The air became full of delight in the apartment because of this topic.

When Angela heard him saying things like this, she became more arrogant. "Of course. When I was in school, there were many boys chasing after me. But they were all scared away by my fist. Aha."

The girl thought of the way she treated her wooers, and laughed hysterically.

Arvin touched her head with ardent tenderness in his eyes.

After talking nonsense, Angela forgot the birthday noodles she had made until she saw him walking towards the dining table.

The noodles were already cold.

She had to rush to the dining table before Arvin arrived. Then, she carried the bowl to the kitchen and said, "There's nothing here."

Birthday noodles would taste not delicious when getting cold, and heating was not a solution. In order not to make Arvin think the noodles she cooked tasted bad, she wanted to hide them somewhere.

Arvin, of course, had already seen the birthday noodles long before that.

Arvin shook his head with a sigh, and he took the bowl from her hands. Then, he returned to the dining table, uncovered the plastic wrap and started to eat the noodles.

"No. It's cold..." Too late.