The first thing Catherine saw when she opened the door for the bell ringer was a grim face and red eyes from crying too much. The smile on her face soon disappeared and was replaced by a worried look because she found Hazel coming home in a condition that wasn't what she expected. She thought Hazel would be happier after coming home from D.C, considering she'd gotten what she'd wanted all along, a chance to meet Kiev and ask about Calvin. But what she saw at this time actually looked worrying. Hazel's condition had become much worse than the last time she had seen her before she left for the airport full of joy.
"The girls?" she asked wearily as she plopped down on the couch. She had tried not to cry the whole way from the airport to her apartment. And now she felt really tired like her energy had been sucked out of her body.
"Still in school. Emily's home in an hour. Zinny has ballet classes after her school."
“Oh… I miss them,” Hazel groaned in frustration.
Entering the third month of her pregnancy, Hazel found it much easier to regulate her emotions and live out her days as a judge. Sadness about Calvin's death still haunts her, but it doesn't have the hysteria effect it had a few weeks ago when she went to see Kiev in D.C. Currently her focus is only on her work and also her family. She tries to be a good mother to her two daughters because that is her main responsibility. Her love for Calvin was also important, but the man was dead. There was nothing she could do to bring him back except to pray for him and reminisce about all the wonderful memories they had together. If only Calvin didn't die and was still alive to be by her side. She desperately wanted to tell the world that she loved Calvin and was expecting their precious baby. Unfortunately Calvin is not here to be with her. That made her feel a dilemma. She doesn't know when exactly she will be able to tell everyone that she is pregnant. The people in her office haven'
"I woke up earlier than you, alarm." Calvin smirked at his alarm, which was just about to go off loudly to wake him up. Six in the morning. It was the time displayed on his digital clock screen, but he had been awake since two hours ago. He'd brewed coffee, had breakfast bagels, and now he's doing some exercises with dumbbells in the mini gym at home. He shouldn't have to set an alarm just to turn it off and mock it because he wakes up earlier than the one he set to go off at six. But this is fun. He was happy to have something to laugh about after more than two weeks of living in this secluded house and getting bored. Shit! He returned to his gym, intending to continue some training before cooking something to eat. But he suddenly lost his will to do the exercises. The scars on his body gradually healed. Now is the time to restore the muscle mass that had slackened due to the long rest he did in the hospital. Unfortunately now he feels lazy to do the exercis
Countless times he did this in a week or maybe two. Who knows. He had forgotten the last time he checked the calendar. Every day he always wakes up at four o'clock. Do a few stretches. Drinking coffee. Go to the gym room to train. He ran from the gym to his room to turn off the alarm that was about to go off at six o'clock. Then showered, had breakfast, got into his cool car, then sped off down the deserted street to the courthouse where Hazel worked. Now he really looks like a maniac. The very regular rhythm of his life sometimes makes him bored, but he has not found other pleasures that he can do to replace the boring rhythm of his life. This time he tried to vary the rhythm of his life by watching Hazel from a distance while occasionally taking pictures of her. He already had hundreds of photos of Hazel on his phone. Later when he has a thousand photos of Hazel, he will print them and create a special room in his house which he will name the Hazel Room. Yeah, that
"You've been waited by two officers in your room. Everything is alright?" Hazel arrived from the courthouse with a listless face that looked exhausted. The aura that the woman gave off made Mrs. Eden look at her worriedly. Lately, Hazel's condition is quite worrying. It was rare for her to see Hazel's smiling face and instead see her frown like this. "Wyne. He whirred like a bee all around me. And lately I keep feeling worried because of the terror.” Mrs. Eden seemed more interested in the Wyne issue than the terror that was haunting her. Her face showed over-interest with a gleam of happiness on her face as she said Wyne's name. "Wyne loves you. I'm glad he started to persevere to approach you. What did he do to make you look this upset?” She didn't agree with Mrs. Eden at all. Wyne's idea to captivate her heart to get her love must have been supported by Mrs. Eden, so now Wyne looks more daring and sometimes pushy. This afternoon whe
He must be crazy. Yeah, he really was crazy for coming to this office to get a closer look at Hazel. The temptation to see Hazel was really hard to resist. In fact, he was getting more and more addicted to seeing Hazel after two weeks ago he had ventured to see Hazel from a distance. It seems all the temptation to go on vacation becomes bland and seems boring. He'd better quench his thirst by looking at Hazel as much as he could, even if it meant holding back jealousy because that guy named Wyne was always orbiting around Hazel. Entering Hazel's office building, he acted like a client about to file a lawsuit. The less stringent security system in this building made it easier for him to go to Hazel's room on the fifth floor. They should have beefed up the security here since he'd broken into Hazel's office to find her address. But nevermind. The security system was no longer important to them since his name was cleared and the real culprit had been arrested. It's like
"What the hell is that?" Wyne hissed angrily at the scribbles on the mirror's surface which were written using red lipstick that had been brutally crushed, so that the writing looked like dried blood scribbled on the mirror's surface. Then in the sink, someone accidentally clogs the water and puts red dye in the water, so that the water now looks stagnant and almost overflowing with a deep red color that looks like thick blood. Hazel looked shocked. Her body trembled in Wyne's arms and now her knees were shaking. She really didn't expect the terrorist to have returned. Even just a few minutes after the police closed the terror case she reported. “Hazel, are you all right?” "No, Wyne. I'm not fine." A sob escaped her lips. She hadn't been in the toilet for a long time. Previously she had stood in front of the mirror to wash her face while observing her face that looked disheveled and confused. She looks like a crazy woman full of problems. Then
Calvin didn't leave Hazel's office right away after the screaming incident which was followed by Hazel's frightened face turning pale. The scribbles he saw in the bathroom mirror made him keep wondering what had happened to Hazel. She wasn't typical weak coward. He knew the woman very well. Even though she was under threat and very scared, she wouldn't be so hysterical, even trembling in a man's arms. Something bad must be happening to her. But what? He kept ruffling his hair in frustration in the car. He was really curious about what happened in the women's restroom. Somehow he had to get into the building again and find out. With a huff, Calvin closed the car door and walked back to Hazel's office building quietly. His footsteps were steady without a doubt. He looks like visitors who are mingling among the crowds of people who are crowding the lobby of the state law office. He sharpened his eyes as best he could to get any information that sounded important from Ha
Hazel sighed as she glanced at the large clock in her room. It's already an hour past her supposed office hour. Currently the staff who work the night shift must have started preparing in their respective rooms. An hour ago Mrs. Eden had told her to go home. But she purposely waited until all the night shift staff who worked on several different floors with her put themselves in their respective rooms first. She wanted to check the CCTV footage in the control room. Today she really wants to avoid people who work the morning shift. She was a bit embarrassed by the embarrassing incident that happened in the toilet. She had shouted so loudly that it caused unnecessary noise. She had guessed that for the rest of the afternoon everyone would be gossiping about her. They might make fun of her spoiled attitude towards Wyne or her dorky behavior that seemed like she wanted attention. Exiting the elevator doors, Hazel walked straight to the control room on the