The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

"But it always makes me feel better to see a handsome guy smile. So, would you smile for me?" 

These last words from Alveena left Andrew in a trance once again. He didn't know what to say nor what to react. Would he rather laugh at her silliness or be annoyed by her shamelessness?

'Argh! This woman… is she on her right mind? Is she trying to hit on me?' Andrew pondered at that thought while looking at Alveena with his indescribable expression.

Alveena continued glancing at him with her puppy-eyed look. She even pouted her lips as if saying 'Please handsome. Smile for me now to brighten my day.'

Andrew was about to give in with her request because of her cute and adorable face that was begging him. But before he could do it, he picked up the pillow at his back and used it to cover her face.

*Swoosh*

"Ouch! Why did you do that? Covering my face with this pillow! Are you trying to suffocate me?" Alveena complained exasperatedly at Andrew after snatching the pillow on his hand. She was now glaring at Andrew.

Andrew remained silent, not looking in her direction. He was feigning innocence as if he didn't put the pillow on her face. He had to do it or else, he might succumb to her unreasonable and ridiculous request. He almost smiled just a while ago to fulfill her wish.

He had to admit that she was really cute and adorable when she gave him that kind of look.

"Because you are becoming noisy and talkative again," Andrew simply stated.

Alveena narrowed her eyes at Andrew. Before he realized what happened, a soft object already hit his face. Alveena smacked his face hard using the pillow in her hand. She just got her revenge.

Andrew was caught off guard by her sudden action. It happened in just a blink of an eye. He was not able to avoid it. His eyebrows pulled closer together as he squinted his eyes at her. His lips already formed a thin line on his face.

Alveena bit her lower lip while looking at the angry expression of Andrew. 

'Eh, why is he looking at me like that. Damn. he looks mad. Does it really hurt? Did I overdo it?' Alveena pondered at that thought. She somehow felt guilty, after all, Andrew was still a patient.

The room was engulfed by deafening silence. The two of them were just staring at each other's faces. Andrew didn't speak but he pointed his finger to his forehead which was still covered by a bandage.

"Oops, sorry about that, Mr. Drunky. I forgot… you are still a patient here. Does it hurt?" Alveena asked him worriedly. She didn't know whether to touch his head or not.

"Ok. I will forgive you... But in one condition…" Andrew said, lifting an eyebrow.

Alveena bobbed her head frantically in agreement. "Tell me. What condition?"

"Don't use that perfume ever again, especially in front of me," Andrew stated his demand.

Alveena: "..."

'What's wrong with this guy? He's the only one who doesn't like my perfume. Is he asking me too much? I told him already that this is my favorite perfume.' Alveena felt like crying.

But since she was guilty of assaulting a patient, Alveena had no heart to refuse his request. She would do it as a sign of her genuine apology.

"Alright! You win. I will change my perfume but in one condition too…" 

"What condition?"

"You have to gift me a new perfume… the perfume that you like. It should be branded!" Alveena said shamelessly to Andrew. Her lips curled up into a bright charming smile.

Andrew facepalmed after hearing that. 'Argh. What should I do with this weird talkative shameless woman?'

"Fine! Give me your address so that I can have it delivered to you," Andrew said. He didn't want to argue further.

Suddenly, her soft giggle reverberated in the entire room once again. Andrew looked at her confusedly. "What's funny?"

"Pfft… I didn't know. You are making 'the moves' on me, Mr. Drunky. What a clever man? You are doing this to get my address, am I right? Are you going to visit me at home?" Alveena's shamelessness increased to another level.

Andrew looked at her with disbelief. 

"The Moves??! Are you really that shameless? Or are you still dreaming? Hey Ms. Noisy… wake up! What's wrong with your brain and memory today? Did you forget already? You were the one who asked me to gift you a perfume. How do you expect me to give it to you if I don't know your address?" Andrew started to rant at her. This woman was really testing his patience.

Alveena giggled seeing Andrew's contorted face. 

"Hey, Mr. Drunky. Calm down. I'm just teasing you. But I would really appreciate it if you will come personally to deliver your gift. Remember… it should be branded! B. R. A. N. D. E. D.!" she said, winking at Andrew.

Andrew slammed his eyes shut, massaging his temples. He didn't know how long he would be able to stand talking to this woman without getting mad or annoyed.

Alveena, on the other hand, took her ballpen inside her bag and a small notebook. The moment Andrew opened his eyes, he saw Alveena writing something on the notebook. He assumed that she was already writing her complete address.

Andrew just watched her silently. She was about to finish writing her complete address when Alveena's remembered something.

She stopped writing and yelled, "Oh shucks!!!"

Andrew frowned when he saw her overdramatic expression. He couldn't help but ask her.

"What's wrong?"

Alveena raised her head to meet Andrew's gaze before responding to him.

"Mr. Drunky, I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?" Alveena smiled mischievously after saying those words.

Andrew: "..."

He had lost count of how many times he became speechless today because of this woman.

'Why do I feel like she is the one making 'the moves' on me?'