Trapped with a Doctor

Chapter 83 Arvin, I Really Hate You

"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."

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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.

When he swallowed a mouthful of noodles, Arvin didn't show any reaction. Instead, he nodded and

said, "You're as qualified as any TV chef."

What was this ruse? Was he complimenting her?

Angela smiled anxiously. "I knew the noodles I cooked are delicious, but maybe we should heat them

up first!"

After Arvin finished the second mouthful of noodles, he glanced at her and Angela immediately realized

what he was trying to say. The old rap, no talking during meals. She giggled with delight.

Arvin continued to enjoy the birthday noodles, and Angela sat beside him, leaning on her chin. She

wished to photograph this moment so that she could make it truly indelible from memory. Arvin enjoying

her noodles! What joy!

'No wonder he's the prince in everyone's heart. He's so charming even at the dining table! I would

never be tired of watching him like this! Every move of his was so incredible. How could Arvin manage

to be so attractive and elegant?'

Shortly after, Arvin had noshed up the whole bowl.

Angela prudently passed some tissues to him. "Here you are, Mr. Gu!"

The man displayed a profound smile, and he suddenly wanted to have some fun with her. "How about

you do it for me?"

"What?"

The man twitched his good-looking mouth slightly, signaling her to wipe his mouth.

Angela understood what he meant. She stared at Arvin, pretending to be irritated. "You big wing! How

dare you. Okay. You want me to wipe your mouth, I'll show you!"

While saying this, she gradually moved her body towards him. It all felt very natural and suave.

Angela could be the typically mean person if she wanted, and she could be the softy. She took up

some tissues and wiped Arvin's mouth very languidly, because she had never done this before. She

was afraid of marring Arvin's charming look.

Angela proceeded so softly that his heart and every nerve were tempted...

As she concentrated, she didn't realize the physical change of the man at all.

Were the lips clean or not? Angela crept up a little closer to him with her eyes opening wide. She

continued to wipe his mouth until it was clean, otherwise, the neat freak would detest her!

Suddenly, her hand was held by the man. Not until then did Angela realize that this was the closest and

most intimate they had ever been.

He said in a husky voice that belied its prurient urge, "Are you sure you are wiping my mouth for me?"

She was sure and nodded definitely, and she shook the tissues in her hand slightly when saying so.

Arvin got closer to her ears. "But why do I feel like you are deliberately... seducing me?" If it was not the

case, How would he feel something for her?

Seducing him? Come on. That's not true!

Her face blushed. Angela put one hand down to shoo the notion of seduction away. Then she wiped his

mouth hard with the tissues.

Arvin held her wrist again. Without any precaution, Angela instantly sat on his legs after almost falling.

To shield herself from embarrassment, Angela said in an insistent voice, "You... You... You did it on

purpose!"

"Yes, " he brayed. "I did!"

It didn't occur to Angela that he would admit his crime so frankly. She didn't know how to react properly.

"Angie." Her name when he said it now sounded like a tender lullaby.

When Angela heard this, she was turned on again. She threw the tissues to the trash can and pulled

his neck down to her with her hand. "Big wing. Say my name...!"

Arvin looked at her and smiled automatically. "Angie."

"Oh my gosh, " she laughed. "The way you say my name... It sounds great!" Angela was totally

immersed in his beautiful voice and started to speak without thinking!

Arvin smiled and put his hands on her waist, and gave her a doctor's answer: "You are the only one

who has this pathology in the world."