All Chapters of Mr. Anderson's Impeccable Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Hazel walked downstairs to make breakfast and was surprised to find Sven on the couch, busy on his iPad.She frowned her brow and scanned the place but couldn’t find Selene, so she approached the kid.“Umm, hello,” Hazel called, and Sven’s gaze moved to her; he completely ignored her and continued playing his video games.“What’s your name?” Hazel questioned. After all, her problem was with Selene and not the kid; he didn’t wish to have a mother like Selene.“It’s none of your concern, maid.” Sven spouted, and Hazel’s brows furrowed.“Maid?” she asked in disbelief. How could this kid refer to her as a maid? Did she look like one?“Yes, aren't you the maid of this house? So tell me why you are talking to me instead of making me breakfast." Asked the little kid, and Hazel chuckled.“Fine, I will make you breakfast. What do you want to eat?” “Whatever my daddy eats, just go and also get me a glass of water.” Sven waved his hand at Hazel, who nodded and left for the kitchen.Hazel couldn

“If you want to park your car, then you could come park it up at my space; I am about to leave,” Mia said. She was one of the viewers whose attention was grabbed when the security guard scolded Hazel.But Hazel shook her head in denial; she could have left peacefully if the man hadn’t thrown insults at her.“Did you just call me a whore?” Hazel asked, and the man nodded, not scared to admit it.“I have a wedding ring; doesn’t that prove anything?” Hazel questioned while flaunting her ring to his face.First, Mia was surprised that Hazel, her ex-secretary who always asked for advanced payment, now had a car.Now, she couldn’t believe Hazel was flaunting a diamond wedding ring to her face…Was it a real diamond?“Hazel…you are married?” Mia asked in a disappointed tone; she expected Hazel to at least invite her to the wedding, but no.Guess they weren’t that close.“It’s the president.”“Where is he going?”Some workers outside started chattering when Coyle stepped out of the company thr

Hazel parked the car in front of Anderson’s group five minutes ago, but she didn't walk down the car; she sat there trying to contemplate her decisions.“Okay, can we go in already?” Mia asked with an impatient tone, and Hazel sighed heavily. What could possibly go wrong? Hazel thought before she walked down the car with Mia.“Let’s go this way.” Hazel stopped Mia, who was about to go through the main entrance. Hazel was tired and wanted to avoid the gazes and chatters she would cause if she passed through the main entrance.They walked to the presidential elevator, and Hazel swiped the card; this caused Mia to chuckle.“Life is really a game; who would have thought you would marry Coyle Anderson after losing Max Wilson?” Mia asked, and Hazel chuckled.“And who would have thought you would fall in love with Coyle’s assistant instead of him?” Hazel asked before they stepped into the elevator, which was now moving.“Jude is more than my expectations of a man, he is the man suitable for

Hazel sipped her coffee as she continued discussing with Tasha about their restaurant location.“I think this one is a little far from the town; let’s take this one instead,” Tasha suggested, but Hazel wasn't giving in.She was in deep thought when Tasha waved her hand. “We have been at this for hours; let’s just think about it over again. I will be in town in three days,, so we could talk more.” Tasha explained,, and Hazel nodded; she just felt very low and wasn’t paying much attention.“Okay, now that we are done with business. Tell me about that little snake called Selene.”Hazel rolled her eyes. “Let’s not talk about her; her name alone is enough to ruin my day.” Hazel muttered,, and Tasha chuckled.“You are so strong, love. I am never staying with a man who cheated on me…”Hazel frowned at Tasha. “Coyle didn’t cheat,,” Hazel spouted. The only thing he did was hide the truth from her that he had a son; apart from that, there was nothing she considered cheating.“You are so inno

It was Sunday at 5am when Hazel went downstairs and busied herself trying to craft out some advertising methods they could use to promote their still-to-be-launched restaurant.She sipped her coffee and tried to focus, but damn, “Stop thinking about unnecessary things and focus,” Hazel scolded herself.“What are you doing?” Coyle asked from the stairs; he approached her and sat on the couch next to her… on the table where scattered documents about restaurant locations, and she was busy with her laptop.“Trying to work,” Hazel replied, and he chuckled. He had stopped her from working because he didn’t want his woman to stress her little body, but here she was.“It’s Sunday,” he reminded her. He doesn't go to work on a Sunday, so he could spend time with her, so why was she working?“And?” Hazel asked, her gaze still glued to her laptop.“Can we do something else?”Her gaze finally shifted from her laptop screen to him. “Well, Mr. Anderson, I am busy.”Coyle pouted; he was never busy fo