Thirty eight

Andrey.

I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, reassuring her that I won't be gone for long. Stepping out of the house, I slide into the car, greeted by Sam's concerned question.

"Are you sure about this, Sir?" Sam asks, his eyes reflecting his worry as he prepares to drive me home to get ready for my media appearance.

"This is Hazel we're talking about. You know I'll do whatever it takes for her," I reply firmly, conviction ringing in my voice. Sam nods, understanding my purpose, and begins the journey.

As we drive, I sink back into my seat, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Knowing Hazel is safe, under my watchful eye, brings me immense comfort. Despite having been apart for just a day, it feels like an eternity.

Many may question my actions, thinking them irrational, but they fail to grasp the depth of the connection between Hazel and me. It's a bond forged in mutual understanding and unwavering support. I may not be certain if my love is reciprocated, but I have no doubt th