You Are Perfect For Coyle

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 her worried.

"Is she with Mr. Anderson right now?" she thought and shook the thought away for the umpteenth time.

At 5pm, Mia still wasn't back, so Hazel had to keep the documents on her desk and lock the office before she walked to the entrance to wait for the driver.

"Hello Hazel," some workers greeted as they walked past her. She slightly smiled at them as a familiar car drove towards her. Seeing this, the workers decided to see who it was that came to pick Hazel up.

"Hello, Hazy," Damon said, and Hazel's brows creased as she never expected for Damon to show up here and now.

"Get in, I will drop you at home," he added, and Hazel ignored him; she didn't want to be rude to him and also didn't want to be kind to him, so it was better she ignored him.

But Damon couldn't read the signs and walked down the car. He walked towards her and leaned by his car before he asked, "Are you upset?"

"Can you please stop whatever it is you are trying to achieve?" Hazel folded her hands and pleaded; she already felt disgusted that he had to send her flowers to work, and now he even showed up?

"I am curious; what is it that I wish to achieve?" He had a teasing tone, and Hazel rolled her eyes. It will be like a knock on a stone trying to talk with Damon.

"I gave you my card, but you didn't write me," he stated, and Hazel's gaze moved to her colleagues, who were busy watching them, probably coming up with their gossip for tomorrow morning.

"I am married to your cousin; don't you think you are crossing a line here?" Hazel questioned in disbelief, and Damon snorted; he was older than Coyle, and it was only normal that he also wanted the same thing as his junior cousin.

"Just let me drop you off; I had to leave work and drive here just to pick you up on time," his tone turned to a pleading one, but Hazel wasn't giving in; fortunately for her, the driver arrived and parked the car in front of Damon's car.

"Please have some dignity," Hazel told Damon before she hurried to the car, which drove away.

"Hello, Mrs. Earlton, Is everything alright?" The driver asked as he craned his neck to stare at Damon from the side rearview mirror.

"Yeah"

Minutes later, the car parked in front of the mansion as Hazel hurried in, as she was tired and just wanted to sleep. Her steps halted at the entrance when she heard some giggles from the sitting room.

It was Muna and Arthur's wife, Dora; they were having a conversation while drinking their coffee.

Their gaze moved to Hazel, who just walked in. Hazel approached them with a nervous tone. "Hello, grandma, aunty," she slightly bowed her head.

"Here is my beautiful granddaughter," Muna chuckled and stood up before she pulled Hazel in for a hug.

"How are you doing, dear?"

"I am fine, grandma; I hope you too." She smiled at Muna, who reciprocated with an even wider smile.

"Hazel, dear, where do you work?" Dora questioned as the maid had let them know Hazel had gone to work, so they wondered why she had to work when Coyle was already earning so well.

"At Apex, it's an advertising company."

They both exchanged looks and chose to keep quiet; if Coyle didn't have a problem with her working, then why would they?

"Hum, I will make dinner quickly... Please excuse me." Hazel dropped her bag and hurried to the kitchen. Sharon was already making dinner, so she joined her.

"We will help you, child; the maid can leave," Muna said as they joined Hazel in the kitchen. Sharon stared at Hazel, who nodded.

Dora picked the knife to slice the tomatoes, and a chuckle escaped her lips. "Your mother-in-law must be so proud of you," Dora said, referring to Coyle's deceased mom.

"That's true; she always said her son had to marry a woman who would love him genuinely and also take care of him just like she did," Muna added as she reminisced about the conversation she shared with her daughter-in-law years ago.

"My sister-in-law was just the best; she was genuine and always there to solve arguments in the family. Especially one that concerned her husband and Arthur." Dora had a sad look, obviously missing her sister-in-law, who had to leave earth so early.

"Hazel, you must love and protect Coyle at all costs. He is living in his world alone and doesn't share his feelings with anyone, but I know he now has you, so I am not that worried anymore," Dora added, and Hazel nodded.

"Don't worry, Aunt, I am willing to share his burden and pain," Hazel replied before Muna caressed her face.

"You are a lot like Coyle's mother; she was so innocent and kindhearted. You are just perfect for Coyle."

Hazel got emotional from all their compliments and also how much they worried about Coyle, but why did Coyle choose to cut them off from his life? Especially Dora and Arthur, who didn't hate him.

"You should go freshen up while we finish up; we don't want Coyle scolding us for stressing out his wife," Dora joked, and Hazel shook her head to the negative; she didn't mind at all.

"Just go freshen up, child," Muna urged before Hazel walked back to the sitting room and picked up her bag and went to her bedroom.