I Love You

Hazel stood there in deep thought, trying to understand what was going on. Did Coyle meet up with Sommer in the club, or was it just a coincidence?

"Hazel,” a girl stumbled towards Hazel, who was quick to catch her; it was Tasha, and she hugged Hazel tightly.

“I missed you a lot, my friend.”

Hazel could tell she was a little drunk, and what shocked Hazel the most was Tasha’s tummy, which was still so flat; she couldn't possibly have given birth already, Hazel thought.

"Come,” Hazel dragged her out of the club and into her car before she helped with the seat belt.

“What is going on, Tasha?” Hazel asked worriedly when Tasha’s eyes became sore and she stared out of the window. She was trying to get drunk to forget her pain, but no matter what amount she drank, the pain was still fresh in her memory.

“I am sleepy; please drop me at my hotel,” Tasha stated, and this caused Hazel to frown.

“We are not strangers; why can’t you tell me?” 

“I got a miscarriage and also a divorce; that’s it, so please don't ask further." Tasha blurted, and Hazel had a shocked look.

She couldn't believe such a thing had happened to her friend, and Tasha was also happily married; just last month she celebrated her one-year anniversary, so how could she be divorced?

But now wasn't the good time to talk about it; they were going to talk when they were both in a fit state, as Hazel was still in turmoil finding out that Coyle and Sommer were in the same nightclub.

After dropping Tasha by the hotel and asking the security guards to keep an eye on her so she wouldn’t leave in the middle of the night to go clubbing, Hazel returned to the mansion and was all freshened up before she laid on the bed.

“It’s already very late; won’t he be back?” Hazel thought worriedly, trying to erase every image that tried creating in her mind, images of Coyle and Sommer both having fun at the club.

“It was just a coincidence; he wouldn't lie to me and head to the club with that girl.” Hazel finally succeeded in convincing herself before she fell asleep.

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The next morning, Hazel felt a heavy weight around her shoulder. She slowly turned to find Coyle, who was asleep; her gaze focused on his smooth face, his pointed nose, and also his rough eyelashes.

“He is so handsome." Hazel smiled, still not able to believe that this man was her husband.

Her gaze moved to the clock, and she noticed it was 7 a.m.; Hazel's eyes widened in shock. "Breakfast,” she muttered, and she was about to hurry down the bed when Coyle pulled her closer.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I will make you breakfast before you leave for work,” she explained, and he pulled her closer and their bodies were just an inch away.

“It’s a Saturday; do you also work on weekends?” Coyle questioned, and Hazel shook her head in denial. She didn't work on weekends, just that she wanted to make his breakfast before he left.

“There is a ball tonight; let’s go together,” he blurted, and she blinked severally, trying to understand his words.

Of course, she heard him clearly, but she just didn't understand why he would want to go to a ball with her; what was her role there?

"Can I not go?” 

Coyle raised a questioning brow as she jogged him away and sat up. “I have never been to a ball and don't want to embarrass you.”

Coyle couldn't believe she had never been to a ball, as her family wasn't some low-class family; if anything, they were at least an average family who must have organized balls.

So how come she had never been to one? 

“Why were you at the club last night?” Coyle chose to change the topic, and Hazel’s eyes bulged in disbelief. Did he spot her? For a moment, she thought she was the only one to have seen him.

“I..I..” Hazel stuttered, but seeing that he didn't look upset, she chose to just tell him the truth.

“I went to pick up my drunk friend,” she answered, and he nodded. He already knew that but just wanted to hear it from her, and he also knew she had seen Sommer at the club and was amazed because she didn't question him or get bothered by that fact.

Was it because she had no drop of feelings for him? There was only one way to find out.

His hand rubbed on her exposed back, and this left her nervous as she became stiff like a statue with her eyes closed.

“Don't flinch,” Hazel muttered; she couldn't keep running away from her husband.

Seeing that she had no reaction, Coyle sat next to her and wrapped his hand around her waist, but she still didn't open her eyes.

“Why are your eyes closed?” He whispered, and Hazel could feel the hairs on her body stand; right now she felt like a jelly.

Now she could feel his breath fan her neck as he kissed her bare neck and then her earlobe. “I love you, Hazel." Coyle muttered, and Hazel’s eyes widened in shock.

“Why?” she asked in disbelief as Coyle stared at her with a questioning look. Hazel felt embarrassed and hurried down the bed and dashed off the bedroom.

She found her way to the kitchen and turned the tap on and splashed some water on her face.

“So stupid Hazel, what is the meaning of why?” She taunted herself frustratedly; that must have been the most stupid response in the history of responses.

"But I am not at fault,” Hazel thought. If Coyle could explain to her why he was all nice to her and even loved her when all along the lady he wanted was Nady, was it that easy to stop loving a person and move on with their sister?

“Nady is perfect; how could he suddenly stop loving her and love me?” She just couldn't believe such a possibility.