David-fu*king-Beckham

Last chapter's continuation…

Alvin's POV

I observed her expression after what I said, and I could see the shock and confusion in it. Had she indeed been dreaming when she said those things to me?

I sincerely couldn't blame her. I myself would have stopped to consider my actions if she was the person being masked and if she had been in my situation—but I doubted there could be a woman that could make men go crazy if they saw her face.

My hands grabbed the chair, almost breaking it in anger. This was becoming too much for me to handle.

Why did I even tell her? I could have stopped and thinked of another excuse to give—surely she'd have believed it if I said I had some transferable skin disease or something. But eventually, if she is as smart as I think she is; she'd ask me to take it off despite that.

The fact that she didn't make an attempt to remove the mask even when I was asleep made me realise just how respectful and thoughtful she was.

She still wasn't saying anythi