Mysteries of Riverwood

Chapter 30 :- Miami Streets

Alvin's POV :

As the first rays of the morning sun gently filtered through my bedroom window, I slowly began to awaken from my slumber. The soft, golden light danced upon my eyelids, coaxing me out of my dreams and into the realm of consciousness. As I sat up in bed, I couldn't help but be captivated by the ethereal beauty that the sun's rays painted across the room.

Yawning and stretching, I felt a sense of rejuvenation wash over me, as if the sun's warm embrace had infused me with its energy. The room seemed to come alive with a soft, amber glow, casting delicate shadows upon the walls and floor. The sun's gentle touch seemed to caress every object in the room, illuminating the intricate details that often went unnoticed.

I was feeling better, so I decided it was time to meet Elizabeth. Just then, the door swung open and to my surprise, it was none other than the Elizabeth.

Speak of the devil.

As she approached me, her gentle touch on my forehead and neck brought a sense of relief AND THAT ANNOYED ME THE MOST. "Well, it doesn't look like you have a fever anymore," she said, her voice filled with reassurance.

Confusion crept into my mind as I mustered the courage to voice my concern. "Huh? But you didn't tell me yesterday that I had a fever," I stated, my tone tinged with a hint of frustration.

Her eyes softened, understanding evident in her gaze. "If I had told you about that, you would've become more worried. So, I decided not to mention it. Regardless, it seems like you're okay now," she explained.

Nodding in acknowledgment, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "Okay," I murmured.

Her next words, however, caught me off guard. "Listen, I know I recruited you and you're working for me, but I think you should take a small break. I'm saying this as a doctor," she advised, her concern evident in her voice.

Unable to meet her gaze, I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, contemplating her suggestion. Silence enveloped the room as I struggled to find the right words to respond.

Concerned, she spoke up, saying, "Listen, it might be a good idea for you to see a therapist. I can even help you make an appointment if you'd like. It's important to address these issues now, as they may cause problems for you in the future."

Grateful for her concern, I replied, "I genuinely appreciate your concern, but please trust me when I say that I will be alright."

As I rose from the bed, a question lingered on my lips, one that had been nagging at me since I woke up. "So, one question," I began, my voice filled with curiosity, "Who the hell changed my clothes?"

A mischievous smirk danced across her lips, and she gave me a seductive wink. "I... was... the one who changed your clothes, babe. And I saw everything," she teased, her voice laced with playful innuendo.

Disgust and disbelief washed over me, and I couldn't help but react. "You're joking, right?" I questioned.

Her smirk widened, and she winked once again, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nope, I was the one who changed them, babe," she confirmed, her words dripping with a hint of amusement.

Pervert.

Then the door swung open and Robert entered the room. He walked towards me and spoke to Elizabeth, indicating that he needed to speak with me alone. Elizabeth gave me a flirtatious wink before leaving the room, which irritated me.

Robert took a seat in a chair, and I sat on the bed. I asked him what he wanted to talk about, and he mentioned the next two missions. He expressed his desire for me to be a part of them, but only if I was in perfect health. I assured him that I was fine.