Alina I knew Theodore was an angry bull. But I didn't realize he would go to this extent. It was childish, but still I couldn't just stand and stare knowing his hand was bleeding. It was freaking dripping with blood. His knuckles were completely busted. I'm surprised he didn't even flinch as I applied the antiseptic to his skin. Instead, all this while, I just felt his hot gaze, pinning holes in my head. That had my stomach churning in nervousness. Knowing that you are being watched, every move you make is being thoroughly observed would send anybody's nerves on wrack. Especially if it included standing close to a raging bull like Theodore Maxwell. This man had serious anger issues. By now, I'm pretty sure he was deprived of mother's care and attention. Not to be judgemental or anything, but that's just my way of coping with people who are walking volcanoes. Yep, mommy surely didn't love him enough to turn him into a good boy. That's why his pants are always on fire. I suppressed a g

Alina“He's got a pretty high fever after not giving his body a rest for days. Not the first time this has happened. I suggest you kindly take care of his meals and try to get him to eat at least three times a day. He's been skipping meals a lot. Moreover, see that he takes proper rest and sleep. It would be good if Mr. Maxwell works from home for the next few days and tries not to strain himself too much,” I kept nodding at the doctor as Anders stood taking notes. “These are the medicines he should take for the next 48 hours, and he'll be better.” “Thank you Dr. Henry,” I nodded once again. “Anders, please get Dr. Henry dropped at his home safely, and get these medicines on the way back.” I handed him the prescription paper. “Of course, Miss Alina,” he nodded before moving out. Sighing, I turned to face the sleeping figure of Theodore. He looked so calm and peaceful. Exactly the opposite of what he is in real life; a hurricane. Should I wake him up now? I looked at the soup I had

TheodoreThat bastard did it again. He will never learn, will he? The very next morning, I kicked open his office door and entered like I owned it. I did l, in fact, own it. There was no doubt about it. He stood up from his desk after acknowledging my presence. “Ah, Theodore. What a surp-”“-It’s Mr. Maxwell for you!” My voice laced with venom, made him gulp at my words. “Haha, come on now. There should be no formalities now that you are my son-in-law. You didn't have to come all the way here. You should have called me instead.” He said awkwardly, filling in the silence. He moved out of his desk and approached me. “Come, have a seat. We can talk about whatever you want,” he pointed at the couch in his office. “Your friend is also welcome, don't worry,” he offered Daniel, who was standing in the doorway, looking bored at the whole scene. I smirked at him. He really wasn't doing that, was he? “Sure, let's talk.” I brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder purposely before taking lo

TheodoreI walked into the living room after a long day of work, hoping to get one glance at Alina. Fuck, I had gone crazy. I was hoping to steal a glance of the woman who was the daughter of the person I hated immensely. My heart calmed in satisfaction after spotting her situated on the sofa, comfortably with her legs tucked under her hips, as she continued punching some keys on the laptop. She was so engrossed in her work, she only realized my presence when I went to take a seat opposite her. “Oh, you are back,” she said with a straight face.“I am. Not happy to see me, are you?” “Who said that? I was just surprised you are early today,” She looked at her worst watch. “Hm. You talk like you haven't been ignoring me for the past two days.”“Why would I be ignoring you?” She frowned. Because I was a bitch to you? “I don't know. You tell me.” She sighed at my response. “I really don't know what you are talking about.” My gaze fell on the emerald pendant, gently resting on her co

Alina's Pov The dinner was finally over, and I couldn't wait to get home when Mr. Summers decided to spend some quality time over wine. Only if the time was of quality, I thought. “So Alina, when am I expecting little Theodore and Alina running around? I'm sure they are going to be so beautiful, just like you two,” I coughed, choking on my wine, and Nathan came to my rescue. “Are you alright?” He asked, lightly tapping on my back. Theodore was sitting across from me, whereas Nathan sat on the couch next to me, which made him closer to me in this situation. Mr. And Mrs. Summers were sitting adjacent to Nathan at a little distance. “Fine,” I inhaled a sharp breath before pushing Nathan's hand off myself. He was really doing this on purpose just to get on Theodore’s skin. I knew it was working with the glare Theodore was pinning Nathan with currently. That man could hardly contain his anger. “Be careful there,” Nathan commented once before taking his place back. “Anyway, so when am