"Sir!"Adam's voice cut through the air, drawing Alex's attention away from his thoughts. Alex turned to face Adam, his expression expectant as he noticed the paper in Adam's hands."What happened, Adam?" Alex inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern."Sir, it's about the call. It was actually from Texas," Adam explained, his words causing Alex's brow to furrow in confusion."Texas?" Alex repeated, his mind racing with possibilities as he tried to make sense of the new information.Adam nodded in confirmation, his demeanor serious as he relayed the details."The person who was following spotted him last at the airport," Adam continued, his voice laced with urgency.Alex's features hardened as he absorbed the information, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach."But there was a lot of security, and he could not find out where Francisco left," Adam added, his words punctuated by a note of frustration."Also, he could not tell out his identity as we co
Hazel maintained her composure in the days that followed, carefully planning her next move while keeping a watchful eye on Francisco. Like a tigress waiting for her next prey, she bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Meanwhile, in a stall where Hazel had placed her last call to Alex, a sense of urgency hung heavy in the air as Robert and Adam arrived on the scene. Their presence drew the attention of a sweet-faced girl working in the shop."How can I help you?" the girl asked politely.Robert glanced around the store before focusing his gaze on the girl."Are you Petra?" he inquired, his voice laced with authority.The girl's expression shifted suddenly, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes as she shook her head."No," she replied quickly, her voice trembling slightly.Adam stepped forward, his tone urgent as he addressed the girl."We are the FBI, and it's urgent," he explained."Where is she?" Robert demanded, his voice firm as he sought answers.The girl hesitat
Hazel sat on the balcony, engrossed in a magazine, her thoughts filled with frustration at Francisco's behavior. Flipping through the pages, she stumbled upon a picture of Francisco and Emily together, igniting a surge of irritation within her.‘I can't believe how a man can be like this,’ she muttered to herself, her voice laced with disdain.‘I wish I could expose him in front of everyone.’Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when Francisco's voice broke the silence from behind her. He whispered, "What happened?"Hazel tensed, caught off guard by his sudden presence. She resisted the urge to turn around, keeping her gaze fixed on the magazine."Nothing," she replied curtly, her tone betraying her irritation."Just a magazine," she replied tersely, her frustration evident in her voice.Francisco moved closer, brushing her hair aside to rest his chin on her shoulder."What are you reading?" he inquired softly.Hazel sighed, her frustration building as Francisco continued to test he
Francisco guided Hazel through the entrance of the business party. The tension between them was palpable, and their awkward silence persisted during the car ride. As they arrived, the flashing lights from the cameras caught Hazel off guard, prompting her to shield her face instinctively."This damn camera," Hazel muttered under her breath, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden onslaught of attention.Observing Hazel's distress, Francisco, despite their strained relationship, reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her head. His voice, calm and oddly comforting, resonated in her ear."You don't have to raise your head if you are uncomfortable with the lights."Hazel, engrossed in her own frustration, felt the unexpected touch. She slightly opened her eyes to find Francisco offering assistance.For a moment, Hazel hesitated, unsure of how to react to this unexpected support.Francisco guided Hazel into the hotel, maintaining a steady hold on her until they reached the elevator. Once
As Francisco's men answered the phone, and he prepared to issue the chilling order to kill Hazel's parents, his plans were abruptly interrupted by Hazel's entrance into the room.“Is everything okay?”Hazel stood before him, her demeanor calm despite the tension in the air. She wore a shawl draped over her shoulders, her nightdress a stark contrast to Francisco's imposing figure.“Leave us.”Francisco's voice was controlled, masking the storm brewing within him as he instructed Arthur to leave them alone. With a nod, Arthur swiftly exited the room, leaving Hazel and Francisco alone in the charged atmosphere.Hazel met Francisco's gaze steadily, her eyes reflecting a quiet resolve. In a voice devoid of any hint of the turmoil beneath the surface, she questioned, "What happened?"Francisco approached her, his hands clasped behind his back, a silent indication of his restraint. His voice was measured as he asked, "Where did you go?"Hazel's gaze drifted away as she replied, "It doesn't m
As they continued their slow walk through the hospital garden, Rafael's questions lingered in the air, a reflection of his lingering uncertainty.“When am I gonna discharge?” Rafael asked, his voice tinged with impatience.“Soon,” Peter reassured him, offering a comforting squeeze on his shoulder.“Just need to work hard.""You're still weak.”Rafael sighed, a sense of frustration evident in his voice.“Sometimes I feel like I'm missing something.”Peter cast a sympathetic glance at Rafael, recognizing the weight of Rafael's unspoken words. It was clear to Peter that Rafael was grappling with the absence of someone significant in his life – Hazel. But Rafael's memory struggles prevented him from fully grasping the puzzle of their relationship.As they walked, Peter resolved to help Rafael piece together the fragments of his memory, knowing that time was of the essence. Despite the doctor's assurances that Rafael would gradually regain his memories, Peter understood the urgency of Rafa
“I will call you my bodyguard,” Hazel said, turning her gaze towards Francisco.Francisco chuckled at her remark.“Will they believe you?""Won't they think, How can you hire a handsome bodyguard for yourself?”Hazel's brows shot up in surprise."What?""Handsome and you? Who told you that you were handsome?"Francisco pressed his lips together, still holding her palm firmly."You did. You told me," he replied in his husky tone.Hazel squinted her eyes and furrowed her brows."He's unbelievable," she thought to herself as she rose to her feet."I am tired. Leave my hand," she ordered Francisco.Francisco kept his gaze locked on her for a moment before releasing her hand. Hazel stepped forward and left for another cabin.Francisco picked up a champagne glass and took it to his lips, noticing the imprint of Hazel's lipstick.Francisco, still seated, lifted the champagne glass to his lips, his mind drifting to Hazel's departing figure. His thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotion
"She was kidnapped by some people. We got shot, and because of this, we needed her," Robert explained, the severity of the situation evident in his tone.Amid the unfolding chaos, Francisco turned to Hazel with a calm yet piercing look."Honey, will you please tell them the truth? You're an officer too; I know you know how to handle this situation."Hazel found herself caught between the pressure of revealing the truth and the fear of the consequences. The weight of Francisco's gaze bore down on her, and the room hung in suspense, awaiting her response.As the tension lingered in the air, Hazel stood her ground, her jaw clenched in determination. She knew revealing the truth could lead to dire consequences, and she needed to protect herself and her parents."Robert, Mr. Francisco saved me," Hazel stated firmly, her gaze unwavering.Robert's expression was slightly stern, but he still seemed skeptical."That's all I can help, because I don't know who they were," Hazel added, hoping to