Andrey. Every fiber of my being is devoted to protecting Hazel, but every day presents new challenges. It's not that I'm incapable of facing them, but it's startling how those who claim to love me can inflict the deepest wounds. The very ones who purport to shield me often become my enemies. Trust has become a luxury I can't afford; not even in my own judgment around Hazel. Despite my desire to be with her always, there are times I force myself to keep a distance. It pains me, but I can't shake the fear that I might unwittingly bring harm to her. Like today, she injured her head and blacked out. My mind instantly accuses Amanda of foul play, yet I grapple with the possibility of it being just an accident. Still, the suspicious circumstances linger. Amanda's warnings echo in my mind, her words a haunting reminder of the danger Hazel faces by being with me. The sight of Hazel, more broken than ever after Amanda's wrath, is unbearable. As Amanda cruelly terminated her employme
Hazel. My entire being quivered with fear, each pulse of my heart reverberating through my ears like a relentless drumbeat. Waves of dizziness and nausea assaulted me, leaving me reeling in their wake. I clutched my knees tightly to my chest, seeking relief in their embrace, yet finding none. Attempting to steady myself, I rocked back and forth, a futile effort in the face of such overwhelming situation. "Hazel," a distant voice pierced through the haze, its echo hauntingly indistinct. My surroundings blurred into a disorienting swirl, distorting even the sound of my own name. Only the sensation of a hand upon my shoulder managed to anchor me to reality, eliciting a startled gasp as I jerked upright to meet the gaze of its owner."He's on his way," she assured me, but comprehension eluded my grasp like grains of sand slipping through desperate fingers. "We're safe, Hazel, don't be afraid," she continued, though her words failed to quell the rising tide of unease within me. How could
Andrey. Hazel is so stubborn , a trait that both frustrates and intrigues me to no end. Despite her stubbornness, I am compelled to maintain patience in her presence. There's an allure in her fierce independence, a quality I admire even as I recognize the vulnerability she conceals beneath her facade. She guards her emotions closely, yet to me, she's an open book, transparent as glass."Where is she heading to now?" I inquire, the urgency evident in my voice. "It seems she's headed towards her mother's apartment," the guard replies dutifully. "Keep a watchful eye on her and ensure her safety. Inform me of the address upon her arrival." With that directive given, I conclude the call, setting the phone down upon the desk with a heavy sigh. My hand instinctively finds its way through my hair, a gesture born of frustration and concern.The disdainful sound of Jayden's scoff reaches my ears, a predictable reaction to my ongoing vigilance over Hazel. I've grown accustomed to his disappro
Hazel"Are you implying I'm being held against my will? Because if so, I won't hesitate to raise the alarm and summon the authorities," I asserted, my tone laced with a mixture of defiance and anger. Yet, his stoic demeanor remained unbothered, stoking the flames of my rage."You're not going anywhere, Hazel. There's nowhere for you to flee," he countered, his words landing like a heavy weight upon my shoulders. I despised the truth in his assertion. This sprawling estate was indeed my sole refuge, a fact that filled me with a sense of entrapment."This is your main house, not merely a guest house as you led me to believe," I accused, my voice tinged with resentment. The discrepancy between his portrayal and the reality of the situation gnawed at my sense of trust.Andreylet out a weary sigh, his hand instinctively reaching to massage the furrowed lines of his brow. Though my tantrums threatened to wear down his patience, his gaze softened with genuine concern as he met my eyes. He re
Andrey "What if, we chance upon Amanda or, heaven forbid, mother thinks we are together?" Her words lingered in the air, casting a pall over the atmosphere. I stole a fleeting glance at her, a pang of disappointment coursing through me, though I masked it adeptly. Bringing the car to a halt by the roadside, I turned to face her, her countenance betraying a hint of worry."Why... you stopped... why did we stopped," she queried, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Calmly, I probed her gaze, noting the fleeting glimmer of sorrow before she blinked, her eyes now veiled in sadness. "You don't wish to meet my mamma?" I inquired, maintaining an air of composure. Silence met my inquiry, save for the somber exchange of glances.Placing a tender hand against her cheek, she exhaled softly, her eyelids fluttering shut. "I did not mean it that way," she murmured softly. "You should've told me earlier, I would've bought her something," she continued. A gentle chuckle escaped me, resonating with wa
Hazel I might have said more than I intended to the person I least favored, but I'm relieved I let it out, even though I held back some things I wanted to say. Like how I wanted to tell him what a terrible person his Aunt is and how it's her loss for firing me. But I keep that to myself. Instead, I stand up, get into the car, and know what to do next. He drives me home, and by the time we arrive, it's already past five in the evening. It's surprising how most of the day has slipped away while we were out.As we pull up to his guest house, I notice him stealing glances at the mansion where I now reside. He's probably waiting for me to get out so he can leave, but deep down, I don't want him to go. "I can now see why you don't consider this just a guest house," he remarks with a chuckle, turning to look at me. His eyes hold nothing but sincerity, and I can't help but feel a pang of annoyance at how innocent he appears right now. Various thoughts race through my mind as I gaze at him.
Andrey. Jayden's laughter grated on my nerves, intensifying my frustration. I clicked my tongue in annoyance as he tumbled off my bed, refusing to dignify his amusement with a response. Instead, I turned away and headed to my closet to select my outfit for the day. It was Monday, and I anticipated a whirlwind of work and meetings ahead. Doubt lingered in my mind about whether I'd have a chance to see Hazel today; maybe later in the evening, but nothing was certain. The thought irked me; I'd be sorely disappointed if I missed the opportunity to see her. Recalling that I hadn't visited her yesterday, I resisted the urge to act impulsively. I knew she needed time with her best friend, so I gave them space to reconnect. Despite the gnawing desire to be with her, I found solace in knowing she was safe under my watchful eye. With a heavy sigh, I retrieved a dark blue suit and a crisp white long-sleeved shirt from my wardrobe."She'll hate you even more if she discovers the truth," Jay
Hazel. "I won't accept this," I said firmly, crossing my arms to show how serious I am. I turned my head away, avoiding his captivating gaze. Andrey can be overly generous at times, always eager to lend a hand. What he sees as a grand gesture, others might consider overwhelming. Glancing around the expansive space, I shook my head. I couldn't fathom accepting such an extravagant gift. "I'm not expecting anything in return, please allow me to assist you...""That is all you ever say, Andrey... let me help you! But it's not as simple as you think. You expect me to embrace a whole building dedicated to me for starting a fashion house? It's... it's too much, Andrey..." I paced back and forth, feeling the weight of it all. Initially, I hoped for a new job opportunity, something better than what Amanda gave me, but Andrey had a completely different idea. How could he possibly consider gifting me an entire two-story building without me panicking? It's overwhelming; he's going too far. I r