It was 6 p.m. when Hazel returned home with Josh after she went grocery shopping after work; she was still at the entrance when the maid hurried to her."Mrs. Anderson" Sharon stopped her from going in while Josh walked in with the bag of groceries."What happened?" Hazel could sense something was wrong."I am sorry, but I let a lady in; she claimed to be your sister." Sharon apologized, and Hazel's face darkened. Why did Nady have to show up here?Hazel was so angry right now and was boiling with rage, but she knew she couldn't let it out on the poor maid. "It's okay, thanks," she smiled at Sharon and went to the sitting room, where she found Nady on the couch, her right leg crossed on the left as she gently swirled her coffee."Hazel," Nady called out happily. She knew Hazel ended work at 5 p.m., so she showed up at 5:30 p.m.Hazel clenched her fist tightly and glared at Nady. "What are you doing here?" she asked, and Nady rolled her eyes."Chill, okay, look at how big this house is
Hazel stared at her reflection in the mirror; she was dressed in a simple white gown and held her hair in a pony.Now she felt bad for not buying a gift for the family. "If he had told me that we were attending the dinner, then I would have obviously gotten a gift," she thought. A figure appeared behind her."Mr. And..." She paused her lips; he approached her and stared at her reflection in the mirror."Hmm," Coyle took out the hairband holding Hazel's hair as her long hair fell down her shoulders."Let's go," he said, and she nodded and flipped some strands of her hair behind her ears.They both walked downstairs, and the driver pulled the car door open before they got in; during the ride, Hazel's gaze was out of the window.She wasn't staring at anything in particular or enjoying the night view; she just didn't want her eyes to meet with those of Coyle's.Coyle dipped his hand in his suit and took out a box. "Here," he shoved it to Hazel, who stared at it in disbelief."Did he get m
After the Anderson family was done with dinner, they moved to the patio per Muna's order.She just wanted to see her family happy before the heavens finally call upon her.A maid walked towards them with glasses and a bottle of wine. "Did you get water or soft drinks for my dear cousin?" Arthur's son, who was two years older than Coyle, asked, and the maid shook her head."Sorry, sir, I will go get it now.""No need" Coyle chimed in; he didn't want to toast to whatever they were about to toast to."You see Hazel, Coyle is allergic to wine." Arthur's son, Damon, added, and Hazel couldn't believe it. Can someone even be allergic to wine?She stared at Coyle, who didn't confirm what Damon said: "So whenever you feel like going out for a drink, then hit me up. I will make sure to take good care of you." Damon added, and Coyle glared at him before Damon burst out in laughter."What's that look, brother? I am just kidding," he laughed, and Arthur pointed at the bottle of wine."You should p
Hazel suddenly felt thirsty; she filled a glass of water and drank it at once. Coyle got his answer from her expression.“Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?” Coyle asked, and Hazel’s gaze was on her toes. Did she still think of Max Wilson?“I don't care about him,” she muttered. He hadn't crossed her mind ever since she got married.**Meanwhile, it was already 10 a.m., and the big central hall was decorated so professionally—glass prestigious chairs, the big long table on the stage, and also businessmen who shared a conversation amongst each other.Jude explained to the CEO of TradTech, Mr. Sim, that Coyle couldn't show up because of some emergencies; however, he was here to represent Coyle.“Mr. Anderson must be a very busy man; he never shows up.” Mr. Sim chuckled, and Jude nodded apologetically.“He told me to send him an email of everything that goes on here; it proves he is very interested in this conference,” Jude explained, and this made Mr. Sim happy; he was building a ver
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
The next morning, Hazel made breakfast for Coyle before 5 a.m. and waited for him downstairs.He sighed heavily; he had told her not to do that anymore. “Good morning,” she smiled at him, and he nodded and sat down.“From tomorrow, I will leave for work at 8am... So don’t wake up early again, okay?” He questioned, and she nodded; she just felt it wouldn't be right to let him leave for work without eating.Once he was done, he opted to drop her by her workplace. "But I have work at 8am,” she explained, and a better idea came to his mind.“Then we will drop by my office first; go freshen up fast.” Hazel wondered why they would stop at his office; she didn't have any business there, but she didn't want to sound disrespectful.She got freshened up and returned downstairs. “I am ready.”They both got to his car before the driver took off; during the ride, Coyle was busy reading some articles when Hazel’s phone rang.Hazel checked the caller, and it was Max; she never expected that he woul
"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
Max looked nervous but had to try to hide it. "I just wanted to say hello. I will leave now." Max took this opportunity to flee before it was too late."He wanted to..." Hazel was explaining when Coyle raised his hand, signifying that he didn't want to hear it; he trusted her and didn't need her to explain every one of her actions.Hazel's phone chimed a new message, and she checked to find it was a message from Mia, which read.[You should head back to the office; I have some affairs to handle with Coyle Anderson.]Her gaze moved to Coyle, who was busy on his phone; their gaze met before she glanced away."Are you angry that I took you away from work?" he asked, and she shook her head; she wasn't angry at all.Coyle stood up before he said, "Let's go; I will drop you off at work."Hazel didn't argue and followed him. Minutes later, she was back at the office and decided to summarize the documents Mia had given her, but she kept checking the time and Mia still wasn't back. This left h
Hazel got to the bedroom and found Coyle busy on a call, and she hurried and stood before him, sensing the urgency of the matter. Coyle hung up the call and raised a brow.“Have you seen the news? Uncle Arthur has been arrested.” Hazel said in disbelief and Coyle just stared at her with an unmoved reaction. She furrowed her brow before a chuckle escaped her lips; she now understood his words yesterday.“You did this?” she asked, and Coyle nodded; there was no way he was going to spare a man who killed his parents. Absolutely no way.“But I had no idea. What’s going on Coyle?” Hazel questioned, but Coyle smiled at her; he was happy, though not satisfied.He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. “Don’t bother about such things; I already told you that you are not part of their family and life,” he muttered, and Hazel shook her head in denial.“They are your family, and some matters need to be discussed in between the members of the family first before you know… and I
Kev stared at Mia in disbelief. “What did you say?” Kev felt like she heard wrong.“I am going to transfer 10 million to you now and the remaining 10 million after you cancel the wedding and leave the country,” Mia explained, and Kev thought for a while.She walked back to Mia and folded her arms below her bosom. “Are you going to pay me 20 million to leave Jude?” Kev inquired again, and Mia nodded.“Then he must be really worth it. What makes you think I will leave my fiancé for money?” Kev chuckled.“Because you are with him for money,” Mia answered. She was losing her cool because Kev just rejected her offer. She knew well that Kev would accept at once because she loved money, but that wasn't the case.“You are pretty and have a lot of money; go find yourself a man and do not come for mine.” Kev snorted and turned to leave.Mia thought of Hazel’s words, so she quickly blurted it out, “Selene will be so disappointed to know you rejected this offer.”“You don’t know anything about Se
Hazel took the seat far from Nady and Max when her dad stood up. “I have an important conversation with Mr. Anderson; you guys should start without us.”Hazel didn’t pay attention to his words and dug in at once before Nady said, “Why aren’t you happy about my pregnancy?”Hazel clenched her fist and didn’t answer, “Why do they think I have a problem with her pregnancy?” Hazel wondered, what reaction did she give out that made them think this way?“Of course she is happy,” Max butted in. “Hazel is a gentle soul and can’t be sad about such a thing; we should be ashamed announcing such news to her after what we did to her,” Max added.“What did we do to her?” Nady frowned at Max.“We betrayed her and her trust; don’t you feel any remorse for what you did to your sister?” Max asked in disbelief, and Nady concentrated her gaze on her meal; she felt she didn’t do anything wrong.All she did was fight for her happiness; it was just that her happiness was at the expense of Hazel’s.“Okay, eno
Hazel was busy on her phone while waiting for Coyle to freshen up when she heard a car drive in.Hazel walked to the entrance and was a little surprised to find Mia. “Hello,” Mia waved at Hazel.“So you really are married to Coyle Anderson?” Mia questioned in amazement; it was still hard for her to believe it.Mia scanned the place before approaching Hazel. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”“I am still wondering how you got past security to come here,” Hazel chuckled.“Well, I have my ways. Anyways, we have more important matters to talk about, like how I can get my man.“I came up with a plan for tonight, but we can’t discuss it because I am heading out with Coyle, so how about tomorrow morning?” Hazel asked, but Mia shook her head in denial.The wedding was in a few hours, and she had no time to waste. “Why can’t you tell me the plan right now?”“Because it’s long and complex, and I have no time…”“Baby,” Coyle called as he walked downstairs; he heard some voices from the door.“I w
Hazel still had a questioning look before she approached Selene. “I am sorry about your situation, but don’t you think you should have rushed to the station or maybe the hospital first?” Hazel questioned, and Selene’s brows furrowed.She crouched and held her son. “My son was scared; will the police calm him?” Selene fired back, and Hazel rolled her eyes.“I don’t see your son crying or shivering; maybe he just isn't a good actor like you yet…” Hazel scolded before Coyle chimed in.“Stop,” he frowned at Hazel and Selene, who were about to get into a heated argument.“Hazel, it’s my problem, and I will take care of it. How about you go back inside?” Coyle asked, and Hazel clenched her fist. It his problem? Unbelievable.“Of course,” Hazel chuckled and walked back inside; she got dressed and picked her purse before coming downstairs.She found Selene walking out of the kitchen with a glass of water, which she handed to Sven. Hazel’s nails dug into her palms when Selene winked at her.“S
It was Sunday at 5am when Hazel went downstairs and busied herself trying to craft out some advertising methods they could use to promote their still-to-be-launched restaurant.She sipped her coffee and tried to focus, but damn, “Stop thinking about unnecessary things and focus,” Hazel scolded herself.“What are you doing?” Coyle asked from the stairs; he approached her and sat on the couch next to her… on the table where scattered documents about restaurant locations, and she was busy with her laptop.“Trying to work,” Hazel replied, and he chuckled. He had stopped her from working because he didn’t want his woman to stress her little body, but here she was.“It’s Sunday,” he reminded her. He doesn't go to work on a Sunday, so he could spend time with her, so why was she working?“And?” Hazel asked, her gaze still glued to her laptop.“Can we do something else?”Her gaze finally shifted from her laptop screen to him. “Well, Mr. Anderson, I am busy.”Coyle pouted; he was never busy fo
The limousine parked before one of the most expensive party halls in the country. The driver pulled the door open, and Coyle stepped down before he helped Hazel walk down, intentionally pulling her into his arms despite the paparazzi and guests who were present at the front.“What are you doing?” Hazel muttered; she realised there were a lot of gazes on them, and Coyle was making it worst by holding her so tight.“I just can’t wait to have you all to myself once we get back,” Coyle whispered, and her cheeks turned all red.Hazel took a step backwards with his hand still wrapped around her waist; they walked past the paparazzi, who kept asking hurtful questions about why he had chosen to finally reveal his identity to the public.Also asking about his son and Selene, wondering if his son will be the heir.They finally got into the hall, and Hazel couldn’t help but admit that those questions did affect her a little bit.“Baby” Coyle clenched her hand and smiled at her; she smiled back b
Hazel sipped her coffee as she continued discussing with Tasha about their restaurant location.“I think this one is a little far from the town; let’s take this one instead,” Tasha suggested, but Hazel wasn't giving in.She was in deep thought when Tasha waved her hand. “We have been at this for hours; let’s just think about it over again. I will be in town in three days,, so we could talk more.” Tasha explained,, and Hazel nodded; she just felt very low and wasn’t paying much attention.“Okay, now that we are done with business. Tell me about that little snake called Selene.”Hazel rolled her eyes. “Let’s not talk about her; her name alone is enough to ruin my day.” Hazel muttered,, and Tasha chuckled.“You are so strong, love. I am never staying with a man who cheated on me…”Hazel frowned at Tasha. “Coyle didn’t cheat,,” Hazel spouted. The only thing he did was hide the truth from her that he had a son; apart from that, there was nothing she considered cheating.“You are so inno
Mia hurried and got into the elevator, which was about to close. She turned to Jude with a frown. “Am I some epidemic? How could you avoid me this much?” She asked, and Jude sighed heavily.“You even asked the receptionist to lie to me, why?”“Isn't it obvious, Miss Johnson? I don’t want to talk or see you,” Jude answered, and Mia nodded; she understood that perfectly.“Maybe you are avoiding me because you know I will tell you the truth, the truth you know so well but you are scared to admit.” Mia blurted, and Jude’s brows furrowed. What truth?“The truth is that you are making a wrong decision by choosing to marry that woman; you know so well that she doesn't love you.”Jude chuckled and just prayed the fucking elevator would stop soon.“You know she only likes that you love and provide for her; don’t you see that?” Mia asked before she held his hand when he quickly pulled it away.“I see you are sad, Jude, so why do you feel obligated to marry someone who makes you sad?” Mia knew s