Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Hazel
As I pulled into the parking lot, I hastily reached for my purse with my left hand, my right hand gripping
my phone tightly against my ear. “Don’t worry, Elen,” I reassured her, preparing to exit the car. “It’s not
your fault that Ravel wants to attend
the event.”
“F**k that ba stard!” Elenor eximed, her frustration palpable. I couldn’t help but cringe, knowing how
Anne would react if she heard Elenor spewing profanities. “If he wasn’t my brother, I swear I would
have strangled him ages ago. How can someone be so maniptive and wicked?”
Despite the odds, a chuckle escaped my lips at Elenor’s vivid description of Ravel. “You won’t be
joining us, right?” She asked, needing confirmation.
“No,” I replied firmly. Even if Ravel wasn’t nning to attend the event, I had no desire to be there
either. The thought of unting my seven-month-old baby bump in front of his family was not appealing.
“I really have to go, Elen. I’m runningte for ss,”
“Alright, I’ll talk to youter,” Elenor said before disconnecting the call.
As Elenor disconnected the call, I hurriedly withdrew the phone from my ear, fumbling to return it to my
purse. Lost in my own thoughts, I collided with someone, causing me to lose my bnce.
In that heart-stopping moment, it felt as if my soul had momentarily vacated my body. My hands iled
in the air, and my mind raced with worries about the potential impact of the fall on my unborn baby.
However, my fear was quickly alleviated as the person I bumped into instinctively wrapped his arm
around my waist, providing a stabilizing support.
Startled by the realization of how close I hade to endangering my baby due to my carelessness, I
blinked rapidly at the stranger. Gratefully, he recognized my shock-induced stillness and gently guided
me to a nearby seat in the hallway, coaxing me to sit down.
Complying with his suggestion, I sank into the seat, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. Sensing my
need for refreshment, he offered me a bottle of water, which I epted with gratitude. Taking a
generous gulp, I felt the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. “Thank you,” I managed to utter, my
voice filled with genuine appreciation.
As he settled down beside me, a warm smile graced his face. “It’s okay. Mistakes happen,” he
reassured me, his voice carrying aforting tone.
The weight of the realization still lingered within me-this mistake could have had dire consequences for
my unborn child. cing a trembling hand on my baby bump, I took a deep breath to steady myself.
Gathering my courage, I looked up at him. “You’re the guy from the hall thest time, aren’t you?” I
asked, a glimmer of recognition lighting up my eyes. His eyes were difficult to forget.
His smile widened, revealing that captivating left cheek dimple once again. “Yes, I’m d you
recognized me,” he replied, his voiceced with genuine pleasure. Extending his hand for a
handshake, he introduced himself. “I’m David, by the way.”
epting his hand, I shook it firmly, gratitude surging within me. This man had truly saved me from
potentially harming my baby, so it felt only right to extend kindness in return. “I’m Hazel,” I replied,
offering a small smile. “Although, I’m sure you already knew that.” It was hard to miss the news of my
divorce, which had garnered significant attention.
He smiled in response, but his gaze flicked to his wristwatch, indicating our potentialteness for ss.
“Are you feeling okay now? We don’t want to be toote.”
My mind weighed the options. I was already running behind schedule, and by the time I waddled my
way to ss, lectures would likely have already begun. “Thank you again for saving me from the fall,” I
expressed my gratitude, “but you don’t have to sit with me or wait for me.”
He met my words with a gentle determination. “I know I don’t have to, but I choose to,” he replied, his
sincerity evident. His response left me frowning, unsure of how to interpret his grand gesture.
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Sensing my confusion, he continued, “Don’t look at me like that, Hazel. I’m only trying to be a friend.
Hopefully, next time we run into each other in the hallway, you won’t just walk past me without a word,”
His words struck a chord within me, and I found myself momentarily speechless, my thoughts racing,
“You want to be friends?” I finally managed to utter, a mix of surprise and skepticism coloring my voice.
“But I’m a pregnant divorcée who will only bring trouble to your name once the papara zzi captures us
together.”
His smile remained unwavering, his gaze sincere. “I don’t want to be friends with just any pregnant
divorcée, I want to be friends with you, this beautiful pregnant woman sitting right here,” he
emphasized.
Remaining skeptical, I continued to scrutinize his words and intentions. “Listen, David,” I began, my
tone firm. “If you’re here hoping for a romantic rtionship, I need to make it clear that you’re looking in
the wrong ce.”
He raised his hands in a cating gesture, his eyes earnest. “Hazel, I genuinely just want to be friends
with you,” he assured me. “Perhaps, for now, until you’re ready to consider dating and trust again. I
believe it’s important for us to establish a foundation of friendship before even considering anything
else.”
My frown deepened, and I shook my head resolutely. “Don’t even entertain the thought of anything
else, because it’s not going to happen,” I asserted, my voiceced with caution.
Acknowledging my boundaries, he nodded in understanding. Taking the initiative, he stood up and
reached for my bag. “We should get going if we don’t want to be locked out of ss,” he reminded me,
his focus shifting to the present task at hand.
Carefully rising to my feet, I issued a warning to David, aware of the added challenge of my slower
pace. “Just so you know, it’s going to take me forever to get there. I’m ten times slower than before
because of this extra stomach,” I half-joked, acknowledging the physical limitations imposed by my
pregnancy.
A warm smile yed on his lips as he replied, “I don’t mind.” To ensure I kept up with him, he
intentionally dragged his feet slightly, matching his pace to mine. As we made our way, we engaged in
casual conversation, discussing random topics ranging from school policies to our shared interests.
Thankfully, when we arrived at the ss, the understanding professor allowed us in after David
exined our ta rdiness.
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HAZEL
After the ss hade to an end, I happened to notice David patiently waiting at the bus station.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I kindly offered to give him a lift. Polite as ever, I asked him for his
address, and he promptly shared it, showing his gratitude for the kind gesture.
“Thank you for offering me a ride home,” he murmured appreciatively as we arrived at my car.
Brushing off his words, I replied with a gentle smile. “You mentioned that we’re friends now, and it
wouldn’t feel right for me to leave my friend waiting at the bus station. It’s the least I can do.”
David let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with warmth. “I must say, it’s truly a pleasure to be
considered a friend by you,” he remarked sincerely. Folding his hands, he nced around the interior
of my car, clearly enchanted by its charms. “You have quite an extraordinary vehicle.”
A grateful smile adorned my face. “Thank you,” I responded. This car had been a wedding gift from
Ravel, and despite my attempts to return it, he stubbornly refused to take it back. I had even tried
selling it to car dealers on several asions, only to find myself hesitating at thest moment, unable
to part with it. The car seemed to hold a certain sentimental value that I couldn’t easily let go of.
Shifting the course of our conversation, I directed my attention towards David’s future ns. “So, what
are your aspirations once we graduate? We only have five months left.”
Rxing into his seat, David turned towards me, pondering his response. “I’ve always had a deep
desire to work in an art gallery,” he shared, his voice brimming with determination. “I imagine myself
curating the stunning creations of others while also showcasing my own artistic endeavors on those
very walls.”
As we paused at a red light, the vibrant cityscape temporarily froze around us. “That’s truly captivating,”
I replied, genuinely fascinated by his ambitions.
David’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening. “Really?” he eximed, a touch of disbelief in
his voice. “Most people tend to discourage me, urging me to stick to painting for the obstetric ward.”
I couldn’t contain myughter at hisment, the sound filling the car. With a mischievous tw inkle in
my eyes, I stepped on the elerator, propelling us forward. “Why on earth would they say that?” IC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.
asked, genuinely puzzled. “I’ve seen your paintings, and they are undeniably exquisite and
enchanting.”
David’s face lit up with joy, and he couldn’t help but smile broadly. He ced a hand gently over his
heart, feeling a rush of gratitude and excitement. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” he
expressed, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Seeing an opening to discuss business, I seized the moment and decided to share my own ns. I
could feel the anticipation building within me as I prepared to reveal my idea. “On that note,” I began,
unable to contain the enthusiasm in my voice, “I’ve been pondering the idea of opening an art gallery,
and I truly believe that I can help make your dreame true.”
Caught off guard by my unexpected proposition, David blinked rapidly, his mouth slightly agape. He
seemed to be searching for confirmation, his eyes locked with mine. “Wait, hold on,” he stammered, his
voice betraying his surprise. “Did I hear you correctly?”
With a confident nod, I reassured him, affirming my words. “Yes, you heard me correctly,” I confirmed,
my voice steady and sure. “I’m offering you a remarkable opportunity to work alongside me, with a fair
sry that reflects your talent and dedication. Additionally, we cane to a mutual agreement on the
percentage for the disy and sale of your artwork in the gallery. It’s truly a win-win situation for both of
us.”
David’s astonishment remained evident on his face, overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events. He
couldn’t contain his emotions any longer and blurted out, “I feel like hugging you right now!” His voice
conveyed genuine surprise and gratitude,
Amused by David’s eagerness, I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his immediate response. It was
heartwarming to see his excitement. “Well, hold on there,” I responded, shaking my head yfully. “No
need for the hugging just yet. But I truly