Revenge After rebirth (Mayra and Anderson) novel Chapter 3

when he was overwhelmed by life’s frustrations. The Barlows were a family who only cared about power.

Anderson groggily opened his eyes, and he was immediately greeted by the sight of Mayra in a rather washed-out nightdress. Her slender and fair legs poked out from under the knee-length hem of the dress. He caught a glimpse of the shorts she was wearing underneath.

Mayra heated up some hangover soup for Anderson. She felt his eyes on her as she moved, making her feel uneasy. She cautiously cared for him, a look of fear in her eyes.

His eyes glazed over from the alcohol. “Has your injury healed?”

She looked startled by his sudden question. “Uh… Yeah, it’s almost healed. Thanks for your concern.”

“Why didn’t you wear the new clothes I bought you?” He squinted at her, taking in the fear etched on her face. She seemed afraid of him ever since leaving the hospital.

She explained, “It’s drying on the balcony. I haven’t collected the laundry.”

The apartment might have been old, but Anderson made sure to provide her with the best in other aspects of her life.

She approached him and sat on a stool nearby. The thin dress wrapped around her underdeveloped body. She slowly fed him the soup but dared not stare at him. “Andy, stop drinking so much. It’s bad for your health.”

He replied as he drank the soup. “Okay.” The hangover soup was flavorful, thick, and warm. It was perfect for curing hangovers.

As a company president, Anderson frequently attended social events to entertain his clients. It was normal for him to come home drunk. Mayra had been looking after him ever since she could remember.

Noticing the wound on the back of his hand, she asked with concern, “Are you hurt? What happened?”

Taking a deep breath, he covered his eyes with his hand and replied, “It’s just a scratch. No big deal.”

After he allowed the Fisher Corporation to take the Southwater Bay development project, he had drawn his grandpa’s, George Barlow, ire. In an outburst, George smashed a cup, and one of the shattered pieces scratched the back of Anderson’s hand.

It wasn’t a severe wound. It didn’t even bleed. By the looks of it, the injury had been left untreated for hours. Luckily, this was a rather minor injury compared to the ones he had sustained in the past.

Since he was reluctant to tell her anything more, she pressed his lips and slowly rose. Then, she quietly grabbed the first-aid kit from her bedroom.

When she returned, Anderson felt something soft touch his fingertip. His eyes fluttered open to find Mayra disinfecting his found with a cotton bud soaked in iodine solution.

The affection in his eyes deepened. He watched as her dark and luscious curls fell around her shoulders. Her complexion was smooth and fair.

Mayra’s eyes had a naive sparkle in them, reflecting her childish youthfulness. She hadn’t quite matured yet. Anderson was sure that she’d grow into a stunning beauty who’d captivate any man.