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

"Who are you?" Andrew asked the beautiful stranger with his unwelcoming look in his eyes.

The girl who was smiling a while ago suddenly wrinkled her perfectly shaped eyebrows when she saw Andrew's cold and unfriendly behavior.

'What's wrong with him? Frowning as early as this morning. Is this the impact of that crash in his head? Even his attitude was affected. If he sees someone smiling at him he should reciprocate with a smile as well. Tsk Tsk Tsk. If I just knew that he is like this then I shouldn't have saved him. Hmph!' Alveena grumbled to herself.

'He's handsome but his attitude is totally a turn-off.' She added to her thoughts.

She maintained her composure and still remained smiling at Andrew.

"Hey, Drunkard! Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Why are you so grumpy? Don't welcome me with that kind of expression, Buddy. I assure you... you will not wish to see the bitch side of me." Alveena said, teasing and at the same time, threatening Andrew.

The frown on Andrew's forehead deepened because of the girl's bluntness. This was the first time he saw her so he didn't have any idea about the identity of this stranger who was talking to him as if she already knew him.

'Wait? Drunkard?! Did she just call me drunkard?' Andrew looked at her with disbelief.

"Miss, do I know you? I think you've entered the wrong room. Please go to the ophthalmologist now and have your eyes checked." 

Andrew tried to provoke her as well by being sarcastic. He couldn't believe that this girl just called him a drunkard! How could she?!

"Pfft…" Alveena couldn't help but giggle because of Andrew's words. She's enjoying his annoyed expression right now.

"Nice try, Drunky. But for your information, my eyes are perfectly clear. I have 20/20 vision."

"Anyway, if you will tell me that you are not Mr. Andrew Davis then I will accept the fact that I entered the wrong room. I might also consider your suggestion of going to an Ophthalmologist now." Alveena winked at him before walking to his bedside table as she put down the basket of assorted fruits.

"How did you know my name?" Andrew threw another question as his eyes followed her movement across his room.

She stopped near his sickbed and sat down on the vacant chair where Liam was sitting a while ago. She was still holding the bouquet of flowers in her arms.

Alveena chose carnation flowers as her get-well flower for Andrew. Get-well flowers were a traditional gift for hospital patients, for wishing them well. 

And at the same time, these flowers could do a lot to cheer up the person and make the dull, dreary ward seem a bit brighter.

Her dark brown eyes met Andrew's hazel eyes. Tristan and Andrew had the same eye color as they inherited their father's eye color.

"I know you because I was the one who brought you here. So in other words, I am your savior!" Alveena said while looking straight into Andrew's eyes.

"So Drunky… come on! Give your savior a warm welcome! Smile! Don't scowl!" A teasing smile flashed on her lovely face, revealing her perfectly aligned white teeth.

Andrew: "..."

He was rendered speechless. He didn't know how he would react after hearing that. He didn't mean to act indifferent towards her. It's just that she just came at the wrong time.

He was contemplating what to do but suddenly someone interrupted him. Andrew didn't want to be disturbed especially if he's thinking hard about something.

But thinking back, he couldn't help but feel annoyed with this girl. She's so frank and blunt, having unreserved and unladylike behavior.

What he hated most was that this girl called him a drunkard. She was even calling him 'Drunky' as if she was just calling him by his nickname.

Andrew slammed his eyes shut and massaged his temples.

'I know I am indebted to her but damn... she's still annoying.'

Alveena got worried after seeing Andrew massaging his forehead with his closed eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay? Is your head hurting? Should I call the doctor for you?" She stood up, bombarding him with so many questions while looking at him worriedly.

"Yes, my head is hurting… because of you. You're so loud and noisy." Andrew opened his eyes and sighed deeply upon meeting her worried gaze.

Her worried expression was suddenly replaced by an upset and annoyed one after hearing Andrew's last remarks.

Alveena pouted and folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Andrew.

"Hey, Drunky. Is this how you treat your generous savior? I even brought you flowers and fruits. Hmmph."

Alveena was about to leave but she was stopped when Andrew quickly grabbed her elbow.

"What?!" Alveena spat back at him with her glaring eyes.

"Thank you," Andrew simply said, but there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

Alveena was taken aback when she heard that. She thought he would never say thank you to her.

Alveena's bright smile returned to her face. "Hmm, that's better. At least, you know how to feel grateful, Drunky."

Andrew frowned once again. He was still holding her arms.

"Can you please stop calling me, Drunky? You know I have my name." Andrew couldn't help but express his displeasure.

Alveena just stuck her tongue out at him and giggled. Andrew just shook his head and sighed helplessly.

'This girl is acting like a child. Is she a spoiled brat?'

"By the way, what's your name?" Andrew asked her.

"Hmm, first... you can let go of my hand now," Alveena said with a faint smile on her face.

Andrew released her hand immediately while looking away. He somehow felt embarrassed since he held her arm a little bit tight.

"I'm Alveena Sy. You can call me Alvee or Ena. Nice meeting you… Drunky Andrew," She said, extending her arm in front of him. She still called him Drunky just to annoy and tease him.

Andrew accepted her hand and said, "Nice meeting you too…" Andrew paused for a moment before continuing. "Noisy Talkative Roaring Thunder Alveena!"

Alveena: "..."