Are You Really Allergic?

Coyle was in a meeting when his phone chimed a new message. Everyone’s attention moved to him as he read the message with a smile on his face.

They all had curious looks at why he was smiling. “I need to have lunch,” Coyle said. He stood up and walked back to his office, where he found Jude by the window having a phone call.

“When you are done, order some food." Coyle said, and Jude stared at him in disbelief, since when did he order food?

“Is your wife coming to the office?” Jude asked curiously, but Coyle shook his head in denial.

Jude ended the call and ordered some food before he sat opposite Coyle. “I attended the conference.”

Coyle nodded before he typed a message to Hazel [I am about to, and you?].

“It sounds promising,” Jude said, and Coyle dropped his phone before he asked.

“So how much do we get as profit if we invest $10 million?”

Jude shrugged his shoulders; the organizers didn't talk about the business aspect at all, and that’s what had annoyed him; he knew that’s exactly what Coyle was going to ask first.

“They recorded the entire conference and sent it to me; I think you should watch it.”

Coyle sighed heavily; he didn't have time to watch some videos. “Jude…”

“Please, sir,” Jude pleaded before he connected the video to the vast screen, and Coyle leaned back and watched the video till the end.

“Why is he talking so much about technology? Where is the money part?” Coyle asked, and Jude nodded; he had also asked about that.

“The next conference will be all about it,” Jude explained, and they talked about the business for long and even forgot about the meal they had ordered.

It was 8 p.m., and Coyle stood up with Jude to leave the office. “Get a card for my wife,” Coyle said to Jude, who nodded.

He was already working on that. “How much should be transferred to the card, sir?” he asked, and Coyle thought for a while; he couldn't come up with a price.

“Just put enough.”

Coyle got to his car, his driver drove out, and Jude watched him leave. He sighed heavily, retracted his phone, and dialed a contact, which got connected.

“Hello, so about dinner... I am sorry I can’t make it; I have a headache,” the lady he called apologized immediately before she ended the call.

Jude sighed and got to his car and drove out; unknown to him, a black car was tailing him.

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Coyle arrived at the mansion and parked his car, but he didn't go in; he took out a cigarette and lit it and puffed it.

He was tired and just needed to calm down; his gaze moved to the left, where he spotted Hazel.

She stood there and stared at him. “You didn't come in, so I thought something happened,” she explained, and he stared at his cigarette stick, which was already half burned.

He threw it away and raised a brow. “So, how was your day?”

“It..” Hazel was saying when Coyle’s phone rang. He checked the caller and kept staring at the call for a while.

“I will go in." Hazel realized that maybe he needed privacy to pick up his phone call, so she returned inside and Coyle connected the call.

“Did she succeed in finding out his home address?” Hazel thought curiously as she sat on the couch: if Mia succeeded in finding Coyle’s home address, then it will be easy for Mia to know she also lives here.

Hazel was in deep thought when she heard a car drive out; she hurried to the door and saw Coyle’s car drive out.

“Did something happen?" She got all worried and bothered.

She was still in deep thought when she saw a car drive in. “Did he come back?” Her eyes lit up, but it was replaced with confusion when she noticed it was an unfamiliar car.

“Who is it?”

Hazel got her answer when she saw Arthur’s son, Damon, walk down the car and walked towards her.

“Hello sister-in-law” he smiled at Hazel, who nodded.

“Good evening. Mr. Anderson left,” Hazel explained, and Damon had an even more amused look.

“Mr. Anderson?” He chuckled and walked past her and sat on the couch.

“I didn't come to see him; it’s you I am here for,” Damon stated, and Hazel was a little nervous and took her distance from him.

“Me, Why?”

“Just want to make sure you are okay and my cousin is treating you right,” he smiled at her. Ever since she left the mansion last night, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

“God, she is so beautiful,” Damon thought while staring at Hazel.

“I am fine,” she replied, and he stood up, walked to the wine bar, and picked up a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Do you mind sharing a drink with me?”

Hazel nodded; of course she mind a lot, “I can’t drink now.” After all, she had work tomorrow morning and also didn't want to drink with Damon.

Damon filled both glasses and shoved one to the other end of the table. “Don’t be boring; at least entertain your guest.”

Hazel shook her head; she still didn't want to drink. “I was about to go to bed,” she stuttered, and Damon chuckled.

He stood up and placed a card on the table before he walked towards her. “That’s my card; make sure to call me, okay?”

“Good night, Hazel,” he winked at her before he got to his car and drove out.

Hazel walked to the couch and sat; she picked up the glass of wine and gulped it down at once.

“What was that about?” She thought in disbelief, Was he just being nice or was he flirting? She couldn’t wrap a finger around it; why did he say he came for her and didn't say anything reasonable?

Hazel was lost in thought when she heard footsteps from the door; it was Coyle. She stood up hastily. “I... was,” she stuttered, not able to form a word.

“I should just go to bed,” Hazel thought. Coyle walked closer and stared at the two bottles of wine and then at her.

“Your cousin was here,” she explained, and he nodded before sitting on the couch and holding the bottle of wine. His gaze moved to Damon's card before he picked it up.

“Did you share a drink with him?” He asked, seeing that the glass before her was empty.

Hazel shook her head at the negative. “I didn't”

He didn't reply and kept staring at the bottle of wine. Hazel was curious. If he was indeed allergic to wine, then why did he have it at his place? Or was his cousin lying?

Hazel sat next to him before she asked, “Are you really allergic to wine?”

A smile formed on Coyle’s lips. “Let’s see,” he muttered. Next thing she knew, he pulled her closer and smashed his lips with hers, sucking onto her lower lip for a while before he broke the kiss.

“Hmmm” Coyle could still taste some wine from her lips. He stared at her face, which looked so pale, and she hadn't even blinked.

"Yes, I am allergic,” he replied, standing up and going upstairs.

Hazel touched her face, which had turned all red. “Did he..." Her hand moved to her lips; it happened so fast that she didn't even have any memory of it.