All Chapters of Mr. Anderson's Impeccable Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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

The next morning, Coyle didn't leave for work at 6 am as always; instead, he was still asleep at 6 am, and this got Hazel worried.She brought her face closer to him to see if he was okay or if he had a fever. "Do I get a good morning kiss this morning?” Coyle muttered, and her eyes widened in shock. She was about to step back when his hand wrapped around her neck and he pulled her closer.“Where is my kiss?” he questioned, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Coyle kissed her, and this time she was sensitive enough to close her eyes.His hand moved to her waist as he deepened the kiss when Hazel quickly stood up. “I will hurriedly make breakfast.” Then she dashed off, and Coyle chuckled before his gaze moved to the clock. He was awake an hour ago but had to stay more on bed so Hazel wouldn’t go make him breakfast at 5am as always.After breakfast, Coyle headed to the office, and Jude was shocked to find him come in at this hour.“Sir, did something happen?” Jude asked, and Coyle

Hazel was all quiet in the car, not paying attention to what Coyle was saying. She kissed her teeth angrily; she was annoyed and felt like a fool right now.“Hazel?” Coyle called, and she stared at him. He has been asking her questions, but she was all quiet.“Did something happen to your parents?” He asked, and she shook her head and leaned back, closed her eyes, and feigned to be asleep.What was going on in her life? She had no idea. Why was Coyle not mad at her? Why was he giving her the signals that he loved her instead?“I am not the bride he wanted, so why all this?” Does she even deserve the chain and all the kindness he keeps showing her? Now Hazel had doubts about herself and life; maybe all this was a dream, and she wasn't married; she was probably in the Jones mansion, upstairs in her bedroom in deep sleep, having a perfect dream.Soon, the car arrived at the Anderson mansion, and Coyle had to carry her upstairs as she had fallen asleep for real. He placed her on the soft