They walked out of the office building, ignoring Arin who walked past them and headed to a nearby cafe. The sun was shining bright and the air felt refreshing. Hazel took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. Tom walked alongside her, and they talked about the weather. Hazel felt a bit better, and for a moment, she seemed to forget about the heartbreak she had just experienced. When they arrived at the cafe, Tom held the door open for her, and they walked in. The place was bustling with customers, and the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. Tom led them to a table in the corner, away from the noise. "What would you like to eat?" Tom asked, handing her the menu.Hazel looked at the menu, but she couldn't concentrate on it. The thought of her and Gerald breaking up was still fresh in her mind, and the tears began to well up again. Tom noticed her distress and reached across the table to comfort her. "It's okay to cry, Hazel. It's normal to feel sad after a breaku
Arin sits in the office, perplexed. She wonders what could have possibly troubled Gerald again. She decides to give him some time, hoping that he would come back with a clearer mind. However, as the hours ticked by, there was no sign of Gerald returning to his office. Arin decides to take matters into her own hands. She calls up her colleagues, trying to find out if anyone had seen Gerald or if they had any idea what was bothering him. Unfortunately, no one seemed to have any information. As Arin sat there, staring at her computer screen, the door to the office suddenly opened, and in walked Gerald. His face was still gloomy, but he looked more composed than when he left earlier. Arin stood up from her desk, and as she walked up to Gerald, she said, "Are you okay, sir? You've been gone for a while. Everyone's been worried about you." Gerald looks at Arin, and though he speaks not a word, the sadness in his eyes tells her all she needs to know. Without missing
Hazel couldn't believe she was standing in the middle of a nightclub with Tom. She had only been single for a few weeks after Gerald ended things with her, but Tom had been persistent in his pursuit of her. At first, she was hesitant to start anything new, but as the days went by, she found herself enjoying Tom's company more and more. She was expecting to be really lonely after Gerald broke up with her but all thanks to Clara. The music was loud, and the lights were flashing all around them. Tom had his arm around her waist, and she seemed to feel safe and comfortable with him. As they danced, Hazel couldn't help but notice how different Tom seemed from Gerald. He was kinda, kind, caring, understanding and didn't seem to have a care in the world. It was refreshing to be around someone like that. As they took a break from dancing, Tom leaned in close to Hazel. "You having fun?" he asked with a smile. Hazel grinned back at him. "Yeah, I am. Thanks for bringing me here."
Tom had been planning to propose to Hazel for weeks, but he couldn't find the right moment. He was worried that if he waited too long, she might change her mind and he didn't even know how she would react if he proposed to her. So, he decided to take her to the beach, where they could have some fun and then he could pop the question. This was the only chance he got to take Hazel totally away from Gerald. Tom had the feelings that things would go well because Hazel wouldn't want to reject his proposal after everything they had done together and what they had shared together in the past after her break up with Gerald. But there was this side of him that was telling him what he was doing was wrong. He chose to ignore it and focus on what his mind told him to do. He left his office and went straight to Hazel's office, his heart beating erratically. "Hey, Hazel, do you want to go to the beach today? Your shift is over, right?" Tom asked. "Yes of course. Sure, that sounds like fu
As Hazel walked slowly into the office, her eyes swollen in red. People were asking her what was wrong but she couldn't speak. She headed straight into her office, dropped her bag on her desk and collapsed into the couch at one side of her office. Tears welled down slowly as she remembered everything single thing that had happened. It was so difficult for her to keep up the act but she knew that her friend was always right. She picked up her phone and dialed Clara's number. It rang and rang but there was no response. Hazel tried it severally and when there was no answer she dropped her phone and sank back into the couch. Just then, the door to her office opened. She looked up and saw the receptionist walking over to her. "Good morning Ms. Willoughby." Hazel stood up gently, trying to feign a welcoming smile but she failed. "Good morning ma'am." She responded, her voice hoarse and cracking. "Are you okay?" The receptionist hurried to her and held her by her shoulder.
Gerald held Hazel's hands and walked into the reception together. He looked around but there was no one except the secretary. "Can you call everyone's attention here? I have a very important information to give." Gerald told the receptionist and she nodded in comprehension. "Gerald, what are you planning to do? You are making me really nervous." Hazel whispered into Gerald's ear. "It's just a matter of few minutes. You will understand very soon. Let those guys come in first then, you see what I have in stock for you." Gerald said, smiling brightly. "You can at least give me a hint. You kept holding my wrist. What's going on? My heart can't handle the suspense for long." Hazel said, shaking her head. "I told you already. Just calm down." Gerald said and faced the receptionist again. "Have you notified them all?" He asked. "Yes sir. They should be here anytime soon." She nodded and buried her face into the screen again. "Your attention is needed here too. So, move closer to hear th
"How dare you call me? What gave you the audacity to call? You think I will fall for that scene you and Gerald created?" Arin yelled when she realized whose call it was. "Calm down Arin. I want us to solve this amicably. I didn't even know Gerald was going to do that. I am really sorry if I hurt you, can we talk about this?" Hazel asked, her voice barely above whisper. "What do you want us to talk about? I am coming over there right away and you will regret everything you have done." Arin said and hung up immediately. As the call ended, Hazel tried to quickly gather her things and make a hasty exit, but before she could leave, Arin burst into her office. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Arin spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm not sure what you mean," Hazel replied, trying to keep her voice even. "You know exactly what I mean," Arin snapped. "You're trying to steal Gerald away from me." "Why would you accuse me of such? Isn't that rude? I did
"Good morning Gerald." Arin greeted as she entered the office, her voice laced with obvious irritation. Gerald looked up, his his blazing with anger as well but he didn't say anything. He looked around, moved closer to his desk and put his laptop aside. "You called for me." She said again. "Yes I did." Gerald nodded, standing up from his chair. "I called you. So move closer." "And why did you call me? I don't we have anything to do together at least for now. So, why must I come to your office everytime. It isn't that I have the face of the most beautiful girl with the first letter of her name H. So, why is it that you must see my face every morning. Or, have I started to look beautiful than before?" Arin blab, playing with her hair now and then. "Will you keep quiet? Where do you think you are? And in front of who did you think you are saying all of that? Have you lost it completely?" Gerald slammed angrily. "Oh common boss. You should know I was only kidding.
After a one-hour recess, the doors of the courtroom swung open, and a solemn silence fell over the room. Mark Wilson, adorned in a disheveled suit, returned to his seat next to his defense attorney as he disgustingly glared at Gerald. The tension in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards him. The judge, a stern figure draped in black robes, resumed his position on the elevated bench. He surveyed the room with an air of authority, his gaze landing on Mark Wilson. "Mr. Wilson, it is time for your final defense to present any evidence supporting your innocence," he declared, his voice resonating through the room. Mark Wilson's attorney, a middle-aged man with graying hair, rose from his seat, his expression anxious. He glanced towards Mark, his eyes filled with unease, and then nervously addressed the judge. "Your Honor, unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances and lack of conclusive evidence, we have no additional exhibits or witnesses to present. However,
Gerald closed the door behind him and leaned against it, feeling exhausted and drained. He had just spent hours at the police station with his lawyer, Mr. James, trying to prove that Mark was the one who had been blackmailing Hazel, his fiancee, for months. Gerald rubbed his eyes and sighed. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past midnight. He wondered if Hazel was still awake, waiting for him. He pushed himself away from the door and walked towards their bedroom, hoping to find her asleep in their bed. He reached the bedroom door and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake her up if she was sleeping. He stepped inside and saw her sitting on the bed, wearing a white nightgown that contrasted with her dark hair. She looked up at him with wide eyes that reflected the moonlight coming through the window. She smiled faintly and said in a soft voice: “Gerald… you’re back.” He smiled back at her and walked towards the bed, dropping his briefcase on the flo
The dimly lit police station was filled with an air of tension as Gerald stood beside his lawyer, Mr. James. They both shared a look of determination, while Mark looked nervously around. The room was cold, with gray walls and a flickering fluorescent light overhead, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out furniture. Officer Jacobs, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, entered the room. He had a no-nonsense demeanor that intimidated even the most composed individuals. He approached Mark, handcuffs in his hand. "Mark Wilson, if I get that right, you're under arrest for the alleged blackmail of Mr. Gerald Carrington Fraser's fiancée," Officer Jacobs declared, his voice firm. Mark's eyes widened with what seemed like disbelief. "What? No, Officer, you've got it all wrong. I would never do such a thing! I was in my room when these two men barged in. Firstly, I could have charged them for invasion of privacy, but I didn't. Now, they are accusing me of what? This is what we
Hazel looked at Gerald, her heart pounding as she wondered where to start the whole narration from. Obviously, she wasn't at fault because she didn't do anything but would Gerald believe that? He knew that she was obsessive, so if something like that happened, no one would want to doubt it. And here she was again, the fact that she hid it from everyone will make it seem as though she was trying to cover up for herself. "Why are you silent? Speak up! You need to say something." Gerald said, almost yelling. "I don't want to care what happened. Just tell me in details. Who is Mark and why is he blackmailing you? It is had simple as that." Hazel took a deep breath, and sat up for the sake of comfort. "Promise me you won't hurt me." "Does it matter? Just tell me what happened." "I really didn't do anything, I swear. I was being blackmailed falsely because I know the consequences of it getting out." Hazel said, her gaze apologetic as she spoke. "If you didn't do an
Hazel's eyes fluttered open blinking away the remnants of sleep. Her body felt heavy and tender each movement, a reminder of the accident that had landed her in the hospital. As she tried to adjust to the warm sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window the scent of something delicious wafted into her nostrils. Hazel turned her head and saw Gerald standing in the doorway a soft smile on his face. "Good morning my love. How are you feeling today?" Gerald asked his voice filled with genuine concern. Hazel mustered a weak smile and replied "I'm getting there slowly but surely. Thank you for taking care of me Gerald." Gerald crossed the room, his footsteps gentle on the hardwood floor. Pulling a chair beside the bed he sat down and took Hazel's hand in his own. "You don't need to thank me Hazel. Taking care of you is the least I can do after what happened l," he said his voice filled with determination. Hazel gazed into his eyes filled with gratitude and love.
The sun shone brightly through the hospital window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's face as she watched the door waiting eagerly for Gerald to arrive. It had been a difficult journey days spent in pain and uncertainty, but his visits were like beams of light in her darkest moments. He brought laughter love and a sense of normalcy to her life in the sterile hospital room. Gerald walked through the gleaming white corridors of the hospital his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and excitement every time he came to visit Hazel. Her vibrant smile and infectious joy had always been a light in his life and he couldn't wait to see her again. As the door creaked open Hazel's heart skipped a beat. There stood Gerald tall and handsome a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand. His hazel eyes sparkled with joy as he caught sight of her and a wide smile spread across his face. As he approached her, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Opening the
Finally Hazel's eyes opened and a weak smile graced her lips. "Gerald," she whispered her voice fragile but filled with love. Gerald felt a rush of emotion relief flooding his being. He leaned closer to her tears streaming down his face. "Hazel you're awake. Thank God you're okay." Hazel's smile widened her voice barely a whisper. "I love you Gerald. I'm sorry for scaring you." Gerald placed a gentle kiss on her forehead their love reaffirmed in that sacred moment. "I love you too Hazel. Nothing else matters as long as you're here with me." In that beautiful instant all the fear worry and anxiety melted away. Gerald held onto Hazel's hand cherishing their love and grateful for each slow-paced beat of their journey ahead. Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world u
Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world upside down. As he continued to pace, his mind kept replaying the words the nurse had spoken just moments ago "I'm sorry but Hazel is still in the theatre and we have no news about her condition." Those words seemed to echo endlessly in his mind. The unknown was tormenting him; he was desperate for answers for any sign of hope. He didn't know who to call and discuss this issue with. He was so stressed out. Just as he was about to lose all hope his phone began to ring, startling him from his thoughts. He fumbled to grab it his hands trembling. Looking at the caller ID he saw it was his sister Annie. His relief was short-lived though as he realized that Annie somehow already knew about Hazel's accident. There could be no other r
Gerald's eyes fluttered open as the dim morning light streamed through the curtains casting a soft glow in the living room. Confusion instantly washed over him as he realized he was sprawled on the couch instead of his usual spot in the bedroom. He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest and called out Hazel's name. Silence enveloped the room amplifying his growing anxiety. "Hazel, where are you? Why couldn't you wake me up when you came in?" He said. Darting his eyes around the living room, Gerald searched for any sign of his fiancée. To his dismay there was no trace of Hazel, no shoes by the front door, no handbag on the kitchen counter. Panic seeped into his veins as he hastily made his way to the bedroom hoping to find her there. But the room was empty, her side of the bed untouched. She didn't come back home last night? Gerald asked himself, totally confused and furious. Wide-eyed and growing increasingly alarmed Gerald reached for his phone and dialed Ha