Have You Become Stupid

Hazel served dinner while in deep thought. The old lady had made her promise to show up when she knew fully well that Coyle didn't want that.

"Why did I have to promise her?" She sighed heavily, and her gaze moved to the stairs. Coyle was all freshened up and walked downstairs. She got all nervous and stood there like some kitten.

"Where did the maids go to?" Coyle asked with a frown, Why was his wife the one making dinner and even serving it?

"I didn't find them when I got back home," she answered, and he nodded in understanding; his grandma must have sent them away.

He pulled out a chair and stared at her; this left Hazel confused. What was she supposed to do?

"Have a seat," he stated, and her eyes bulged. He was Coyle Anderson, so how could he be pulling out a chair for her? She had been with Max, and he never found it necessary to make such small gestures.

"Thanks" Hazel sat before Coyle did the same and scanned the meal on the table. A smile curled on his lips when he realized his house had now become a home; he had a wife waiting for him at home, and she had personally made dinner for him.

"What's your favorite color, Hazel?" He decided to get engaged in small talks with her since she still stood on guard with him.

Hazel was caught off guard by his question; she had never liked a specific color in her life. Whenever there was a two-option of either clothes, shoes, or bags, she got to take the one her sister never liked, so she didn't put much into colors.

"I don't have one."

Coyle nodded and had a spoonful of the soup; it tasted so good that he had spoons after spoons, but Hazel didn't feel comfortable eating around him.

"She is just like a cat," Coyle thought. She was finding it hard to communicate with him because she wasn't yet comfortable with his presence or her environment, so he had to make her comfortable.

"Mr. Anderson..." Hazel called, and Coyle sighed heavily; she was indeed stubborn.

"I will resume work tomorrow," she added, and he frowned. He had all the money in this world to take care of his wife, so why did she have to work? But he also didn't want to deprive her of that.

"Hmm," he simply nodded, and her eyes lit up seeing that he didn't have any objection or a problem with that.

Hazel stood up. "Excuse me, I will sleep early," she smiled and walked past him when he held her hand and pulled her back, letting her sit on his thighs.

She was shocked by his actions and couldn't even refute. Where did she get the energy or guts to push him away? Her face had turned slightly red as their gazes were locked together.

"Why didn't you eat?" he asked, and she bit her lower lip nervously. Coyle quickly looked away before he decided to feed her. He shoved the spoon towards her lips, and she hesitated.

"If you want to sleep, then eat up quickly." Coyle said, and she nodded and opened her mouth before he shoved the rice into her mouth. She didn't even chew and went directly to the process of swallowing as she felt hot and just needed to escape.

Coyle was amazed at the pace at which she ate just to escape; when he was done feeding her, he also shoved the glass of juice to her lips, and she gulped it all at once and stood up hastily.

"Good night, Mr. Anderson." Hazel quickly hurried to the bedroom and jumped on the bed.

"Oh my..." She breathed heavily when her phone rang; since she got here, she hadn't paid attention to it.

She checked the caller, and it was her mother. A strange feeling hit her, and Hazel felt she was going to have an indigestion.

"Hello, mother," Hazel said once the call got connected.

"What's going on at the Anderson's home?" her mom asked, and she was confused.

"Like what, mother?" Hazel questioned.

"Like, did Mr. Anderson treat you badly? Does he feel angry about the marriage?"

Hazel thought for a while; he hadn't done anything that signified he was angry. "You saw his actions this morning, mother; he is not angry."

Her mom snorted, "Are you lying to me right now just to make Nady feel regret? How could he not be angry at all?" Mrs. Jones just couldn't believe it; from what she heard, Coyle Anderson was a very vengeful person. Someone who could kick his uncle and cousins out of every enterprise he owns-how could he not be upset that they tricked him?

"If you say he is not angry, then slowly drop the news about your father's situation to him," she explained, and Hazel frowned.

"What do you mean by that, mother?"

"Have you become stupid after marriage?" Mrs. Jones scolded when her husband snatched the phone from her. "Let me talk to her," he said.

"Hazel, you have to make him understand that I had to use the investment to pay for the loan I took to send you to the hospital during your appendix operation," Mr. Jones explained, and Hazel clenched her fist as a tear rolled down her cheek. She remembered lying on the hospital bed with so much pain, but the doctors couldn't start the operation because there was no money.

She always thought their family was well off, as they showed the public how well they lived but couldn't even afford her bills. Her best friend Tasha, who now lived in Boston, had been the one to pay for the bills, so what did her dad mean by a loan?

"It's late now; good night, father," she said, and before the call ended, she heard her dad throw curses at her.

She kept her phone and closed her eyes tightly, feigning to be asleep when she heard footsteps approach the bedroom.

"Oh, Hazel, he is your husband. Till when are you going to keep behaving this way?" She thought frustratedly, Coyle had walked to the bed before he turned the lights off.

Hazel's body stiffened when Coyle wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer towards him.