30th Anniversary

"Hello, I am here to meet Mr. Sim." Mia said to the receptionist, who raised a brow confused, Do they just see anyone that easily?

“Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, and Mia rolled her eyes.

“Of course, I won't just come here without an appointment." Mia snorted before she turned towards Hazel. “You had booked the appointment; tell her.”

Hazel raised a brow. When did she book an appointment? Mia feigned a shocked look before she turned to the receptionist. “I don't want to believe my secretary didn't set an appointment; go on and check the appointment at 9 a.m.”

The receptionist nodded and checked some information on the computer for a while before he stared at them. “Mrs. Drake?”

Mia sighed heavily in relief before she turned to Hazel. “You are very lucky you booked an appointment, or else you would have lost your job,” she scolded, and Hazel was still in a lost state.

“Please take the elevator to the second floor,” the receptionist explained before Mia hurried to the elevator with Hazel; once they got to the third floor... Mia burst out in laughter.

“You wait for me while I try to convince Mr. Sim to let our company advertise his products.” Mia winked at Hazel before she left immediately.

“Huh?” Hazel was confused; she stood there in disbelief, and her shock increased when she spotted two familiar figures walk towards her.

“Mrs. Earlton,” Jude called with a shocked look, and even Coyle was surprised to find Hazel here.

“Umm, you..” Hazel stuttered; she wasn't expecting them, so what was she supposed to say?

“Jude, you handle the situation. I will leave with my wife,” Coyle said before he nudged at Hazel to follow him, but she didn't want to; she was here for a meeting with Mia and couldn't just leave.

“Hazel,” Coyle called with a slightly frustrated tone; she nodded and galloped after him as Jude sighed heavily.

“This is an important meeting, but immediately he spotted his wife; he left.” Jude couldn't even believe it. He walked to the door and spotted the secretary, who quickly went to tell Mr. Sim about who was here, and Mr. Sim had personally received Jude from the door.

“Good day, please come in." Mr. Sim had a wide smile as Jude walked into his office; his gaze met with Mia's, and he ignored her; she must have come for her business since she was also present at the conference.

“Oh, my days." Mia had an excited look. Who would have told her she would win a jackpot by coming here today?

She quickly stood up and walked towards Jude. “When you meet someone for the first time, it can be a coincidence. But when you meet for the second time, then it is destiny; I think we are destined together,” she joked, and Jude frowned at her before Mr. Sim hurried to Mia.

“Please, Miss…” He had already forgotten her name, as he wasn't interested in whatever business she came to explain.

“Miss Johnson, I am sure Mr. Anderson knows my name." Mia smiled at Jude, who had an obvious frustrated look.

Mr. Sim urged Mia to the door. "Goodbye,” then he closed the door and walked back to Jude.

“I am sorry about that; hum, where is Mr. Anderson?” Mr. Sim questioned; he was expecting them at 11 a.m., but they showed up now. Was that a good sign?

“Come to the office tomorrow at 9am; we will discuss proper business. Mr. Anderson had an important event and had to leave,” Jude explained.

Meanwhile, Hazel got into the car with Coyle, who drove away; she didn't know where they were going and also why he had to take her away when she was at work.

Soon, the car parked in front of a coffee shop, and they both walked in. It looked like an exclusive coffee shop, as she couldn't spot the usual writers or friends inside having coffee; it was just some business people.

“My boss had a meeting at TradTech, so we went together." Hazel explained at once, and Coyle nodded. Coyle just wanted to spend some time with her; he had been thinking about her ever since they separated and their paths crossed; he couldn't let her go.

Coyle’s gaze moved to Hazel’s hand, and she didn't have her ring. Hazel noticed he looked so angry with his gaze on her finger; her eyes widened in shock before she retracted her wedding ring and put it on.

"I... it was preventing me from typing." She lied so prettily, and Coyle nodded.

“Next week is Anderson’s group's thirtieth anniversary; the press will be present, so they will take some pictures of us and upload them online,” he explained. He wanted the whole world to know that she was his wife.

On last year's anniversary, his cousin Damon tricked him into drinking alcohol, which had caused him to almost choke on his tongue. The press had taken the pictures of him struggling to breathe and created their rumors, and he didn't bother to take them down. As long as it wasn't true, he didn't care.

“Can you not do that? If I am known as Mrs. Anderson, then I might just lose my job and also not enjoy the peaceful life I want,” she explained, and he snorted. Was being with him not peaceful?

Coyle’s phone rang, and he checked the caller. “I will be back.” He stood up and left. Hazel wondered why he always had to leave before picking up a call.

Their coffee arrived, and she sipped her coffee nervously, wondering what her life will be like when the public gets to know she was Mrs. Anderson.

“What if it doesn't affect my life?” She thought, She was married, so why hide it? 

"Maybe I am scared of people saying I am not worth it and don't deserve to bear such a title." Hazel sighed heavily. A man approached her, and she raised her head to find it was Max.

“Hazel” Max smiled; he thought he saw her, and when he approached, he noticed it was indeed her.

“I have been calling; why don't you pick up?” He questioned, and she snorted, Why will he ever think that she will pick up his call?

“Get out of my face, Max,” Hazel muttered with a low tone; her anger fueled up just seeing Max, and she really didn't want to lash out right now.

"Please, Hazel, I need you to talk. I know I hurt you a lot, but won’t you listen to me? For old time's sake,” he folded his hand in a plea.

“Do you think you are privileged enough to talk to my wife?” A hoarse voice echoed from their left, and they both turned to find Coyle, who walked back to his seat.