My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 52: Alva Mind

"Al, tell me, do you want revenge?"

Arana's bead was fixed on Alva who was sitting next to her. Her manic was watching how the man showed his confused face. Full-falsity. "What do you mean, baby?"

Arana shook her head weakly. "No need to lie, Al. I already know."

"Because I forced you to finish the porridge when you were sick, you are now forcing me to spend this much food. Jesus, baby. I just got you a little porridge, and now—! I think you bought everything in the restaurant."

Arana said in disbelief. His stomach was almost swollen due to the satiety. And the man still kept scooping the rice for him to eat. And look at the food that is still untouched, even to the edge of a small table on the bed.

Alva reviews the smile. "No, hon. The doctor said you have to eat a lot to recover quickly."

"The doctor said so. But the doctor didn't say to feed me this much. Instead of getting well soon, I'm going to be put in a special room for obesity, baby!"

Alva flashes. "Oh, really?"

Arana's hand is stretched out, pinching Alva's cheek which turns out to be much softer than Arana thought. "What are you, adorable??"

The Alva smirked a little and scoured into Arana's arms. "I'm adorable just for you, baby. With others not. Eat it, you must also be spoiled and depend on me. I'm not, your husband."

"Ohh, so?"

Jawqbqn indifferent Arana makes Alva rise while giving distance between himself and Arana. "Why is your response like that? Come on~ I'm serious."

"I think I'm serious." Repeat Arana while putting on a thinking pose.

Alva poked her lips in annoyance. "Say you will be spoiled for me and depend on me!"

"Eh? Why are you forcing?" Arana laughed as soon as she finished saying that.

Alva. "Let's just let it go!"

"Quick say." Urged on by Alva, Arana finally gives up. "Okay, I will be spoiled and rely only on my beloved husband. Did you, baby?"

Alva nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the food on the table. "I'll call the sisters to hand out unopened food. But what's open, we're forced to spend it."

Arana closed her lips with one hand. "I can't eat anymore."

Alva looked in panic. "But there's still plenty of food, baby."

"I told you already. You are buying too much food. You have to take responsibility."

Alva scratched his non-itchy nape. "Here, what if you eat only the brocade stir-fry? Just that and everything else I'll eat."

"You don't like broccoli, do you?" Ask Arana.

Hearing Arana's question, Alva hesitated a little before nodding. "For me, it feels weird. I don't like broccoli, honey. So, if in the future you cook, do not use broccoli, huh? Pleasee~"

Arana's bead squinted at Alva. "Broccoli is healthy. If you don't like it, yes. Most importantly, you keep eating the other vegetables."

He reached out, grabbed a plate of broccoli stir-fry and chicken meatballs on a small table above his feet. "Here, let me eat. You eat the other one too. It's not good to waste food. You have to spend the rest."

"Thank you, baby!"

Alva was quite relieved when Arana allowed him not to eat broccoli, even when asked not to cook broccoli. Alva eat vegetables, but broccoli is an exception. When he was a child, he had seen an animated movie, where someone who ate broccoli instantly turned into a green zombie. Although the logic has long been running to think if it is a fictional film, but Alva's view of broccoli is bad. In addition, the shape of broccoli is also strange.

Alva was sure if the reason was quite childish, it even sounded strange. However, since then, he has really disliked broccoli.

Sauteing broccoli and meatballs is a little greasy. His pink lips were covered in thin oil. His chewing motion was steady, and occasionally his red tongue would scrape over part of his lips. Alva's hand holding the spoon slightly pressed down strongly, and her jakun rose up and down as she swallowed the air.

Alva wanted to taste it, taste it and chew it.

"Honey, why don't you eat?"

The voice pulled Alva from her daydream. "Ah, I .. I'm eating."

Arana furrowed her brows in confusion, but in the end raised her shoulders and continued to stuff the meatballs into her mouth. Oh, Arana's really full.

Staring at Arana for two seconds, Alva shook her head, shaking off the thought that had come to her head some time ago.

"Basic Alva! Hold yourself stupid."

...***...

Stepping into her office space, Arana faced Erlan's disheveled face. Despite knowing the reason, Alva opened her voice to ask, "What's wrong with your tangled face?"

Still asking!

Erlan was eager to snap at Alva like that. Evaporates emotions. But here, his position is Alva's assistant, he is paid Alva. Although friendly, it does not feel good to do it even though Erlan really wants to. The man just kept quiet, did not answer and with the henchman typing. Ignoring Alva's whereabouts even though the man can't sit down because of the stool he wears for himself.

Heh, just let him sit anywhere.

Alva walked over, and sat on the side of the table with her legs straight against the floor. Her legs were slightly illuminated, and an aura of dominance poured out on her body as she opened her voice again.

"What about that guy?" Ask.

Without having to ask, Erlan understood very well who Alva meant with her cold gaze. Erlan took an iPad. There's a tape inside. A middle-aged man with a messy appearance was tied up in a chair in a room that was quite dark with dim lighting.

Pair of sharpened Alva beads. "So he did it."

"Isn't he one of the chief managers in the branch company?" Ask Alva.

Erlan nodded. "He was half conscious when he was found. He consumes alcohol and recklessly carries his own car."

"Who's there now?"

"There's R and J." Answer Erlan.

R and J are one of Alva's confidants to take care of something that's a problem for him. As a great businessman, many enemies are after him, and even not infrequently he almost wretched. Therefore, he recruited people who were talented and could be trusted to become a shield, become a spear, become an eye and become his shadow.

To keep their identity, Alva calls them by their initials, and almost never comes face to face with them.

Alva named the group he formed as Core B, which is short for Beta.

Alva knew that what he was doing was a bad deed. He's cruel, and sometimes he's heartless but what he's doing is trying to protect himself. Although his hands were dirty, Alva did not care as long as those he loved could live peacefully.

Alva put the iPad in her hand on the table and stepped closer to the window. "Tell J to break his right leg. And tell Dion to arrange his dismissal. I don't want any trash under my company."

Erlan knew that on several occasions, Alva was a cruel man. But Erlan nonchalantly picked up her phone and said, "Ready, boss~"

It was also their fault that they were looking for trouble with Alva.