The room fell silent again. There were only the two of them, accompanied by two cups of tea that had been neglected on the table.

Aiden leaned back on his sofa casually, staring at the terrified Anya in front of him. The woman was like a little rabbit shaking as if Aiden was a tiger about to pounce on her. She sat up straight, as if afraid that if she did not let her guard down even a little she would be swallowed up. ​​

Anya brushed the messy hair on her cheek. Her hand accidentally touched the wound from Mona's slap. The wound stung so she grimaced in pain.

Aiden watched Anya's movements. He could see Anya grimacing as she touched her cheek. Aiden's body immediately stiffened when he thought that something had happened to Anya. He immediately got up from his seat, leaned forward and held Anya's chin so that he could see her face clearly.

His hand held Anya's chin a little hard because he was too hasty, making Anya in pain. Vaguely, Aiden could see the scars covered by Anya's powder. The wound was so disguised that he could not tell with one look.

It was at times like these that Aiden felt very annoyed at his vision ability. His eyes were not as perfect as they used to be so he missed many things. With his previous vision, the slightest thing would not escape his attention, especially matters concerning Anya. Now, he didn't even realize that Anya was hurt just because she tried to cover the wound with powder.

Anya didn't know what to do when Aiden held her chin. She was stunned when she saw Aiden's face who was right in front of her. She could see that beautiful face very clearly. The man's face was really close to her, almost less than an inch apart. Anya's face immediately turned red until her ears felt hot with embarrassment. She wasn't used to being this close to a man.

Aiden paid no heed to Anya's flushed face and continued to observe the scratches on her cheeks. His body stiffened, holding back the emotions he felt in his heart. Who did this to her?

Realizing that Aiden had no intention of letting go, Anya immediately stepped back and tugged on her head. She tried to get away from Aiden's hand and smiled faintly as if she wanted to imply that she was okay.

"I am alright. I just accidentally scratched my nails." Said Anya.

Aiden returned to his seat, but he was not as calm as before. The aura emanating from it was terrifying. Even though the anger was not directed at Anya, now Anya was the only person in the room, so she was the one who was affected.

Aiden knew Anya was lying. He could see Anya's short, neatly trimmed fingernails. Such nails would not be able to leave scars on the cheeks. He felt even more annoyed that he couldn't ask Anya to explain. He was nothing to Anya. If Anya refused to tell a story, he couldn't bring himself to come over in Anya's problem.

Seeing Aiden at this time, Anya felt confused. Why was the man in front of her suddenly angry? Was it because she refused to meet him before? Was it now Aiden who didn't want to talk to her?

"I apologize for refusing your pick up earlier. But I really need your help now." Anya decided to come clean at last.

"What kind of help?" Asked Aiden coldly. Actually, the man already knew all the information about Anya, but he was in a bad mood right now so his attitude was very cold.

"I need money for my mother's hospital fees. Can you give me a loan? I will return it as soon as possible." Anya took a deep breath and continued, "Or I can work for you. I want to work into anything."

She felt very tense when she said it. Aiden was the only person she could turn to for help. If Aiden refused, what should she do?

Aiden just stared back at her with an unpredictable expression. Anya didn't know if that man would help her or not. There was no pity and no look of disgust. Anya could only wait.

"Why do I have to help you? Don't you know me?" He asked.

"You are right." Indeed, Anya did not know the man in front of her. After looking over and over again, she still couldn't find the memory of this man in her brain. But Aiden acted as if they knew each other well.

Seeing that Anya couldn't answer, Aiden asked again, "You still don't remember me?"

"Have we met before? Do we know each other?" Anya replied to Aiden's question with a question. She really couldn't remember Aiden. After all, if they really knew each other, how could Anya possibly forget a figure like Aiden?

"Try to remember for yourself," Aiden said simply. Aiden didn't even give Anya the slightest hint regarding their relationship.

"I'll try to remember, but I really need help right now." Anya kept begging Aiden, "I can be your personal assistant. I'm willing to do any work."

"I don't need a personal assistant. Harris alone is enough to help with all my work." Aiden replied coldly.

Anya didn't know who Harris was, but from the way Aiden spoke, it seemed like Harris was his confidant. Then what kind of work could she do? He did not have any special abilities other than making perfume.

"Then, I can be your servant. I can clean this office, or even clean your house." Anya was really desperate. She was willing to do any work as long as it was lawful and could pay for his mother's medical treatment.

"I already have many servants." Aiden replied briefly.

Anya felt the hope in her heart dashed. The fault was hers. Why would she refuse to meet with Aiden earlier and make the man so angry? Now Aiden didn't want to help her and she had lost her last hope. Where else should she go for help?

She lowered her head and tried to figure out what she could do to persuade Aiden.

However, her brain didn't seem to be working well. She couldn't come up with any ideas.

Aiden could see the confusion on Anya's face when he refused to help her. It was not that he didn't want to help Anya, he didn't need a personal assistant or servant. He had other plans for Anya.

"I can help you," Said Aiden, looking straight at Anya.

That one sentence made Anya's head look up. Her eyes that had previously lost hope seemed to sparkle, as if they had found a new hope. She stared back at Aiden and said haltingly, "You ... You want to help me?" She asked.

"Hmm…" Aiden muttered while nodding his head.

Anya was so excited that she felt like jumping from her chair. Finally! Finally there was someone who wants to help her

"I want to do any job. I can clean the house, cook, clean. I can also lift things" Anya said enthusiastically.

She looked at Aiden with expectation, waiting for what job to give him. She was willing to do whatever it took to pay for her mother's treatment.

Aiden stared at Anya's reaction calmly. He looked at her face closely and said, "Marry me."