Chapter 60
Chapter 60
RAVEL
FIVE YEARS AGO
The moment Hazel and Adam entered the living room, a sense of uncase washed over me. Hazel tried
to downy the situation with a faint smile, but it was clear something was amiss. I turned to Adam, my
concern evident. “What on earth happened? Why does she appear this way?” Hazel looked as though
tears had welled up in her eyes. I entrusted him with the task of ensuring her safety, and her current
state suggested he hadn’t fulfilled that duty. “Are you going to exin, or should I demand an answer
more forcefully?”
Hazel intervened, stepping in to shield him from my frustration. “You know, you could just ask me
directly what happened. I’m right here in front of you, you know.”
I gazed at her intently, my hands cradling her face gently. “That forced smile you offered when you
entered the room makes me suspect you have no intention of sharing what’s troubling you.” My
attention shifted momentarily to Adam, my tone unwavering. “If I have to ask again, the consequences
won’t be limited to my patience alone; your job will also be on the line.”
Hazel had my focus as I addressed her again. “What’s troubling you?” She looked ufortable,
hesitating to answer, so I directed my attention to Adam for his ount of the situation.
“She mentioned an urgent restroom need, so we stopped at a convenient store for her to use their
facilities, he exined. “I waited by the entrance, but she took longer than expected inside. When I
grew concerned and knocked on the door, she assured me she was fine. However, she emerged
looking the way she does now. I’ve asked her multiple times, but she insists nothing happened in
there.”
Observing Hazel’s expression closely, it was evident that something was bothering her. “Did you check
the restroom?” I inquired, wanting to make sure all angles were considered.
“Yes, sir,” Adam confirmed. “But there was no one else present with her.”
As Hazel gently pulled at my arm, her voice a soft plea, “It’s not a big deal, Ravel. Let’s not blow this
out of proportion”
I decided to grant her the time she needed to deal with whatever was on her mind but we will have a
long needed conversation afterwards.. With a nod towards Adam, I directed, “You may go.” He offered
a respectful nod before exiting the
room.
Hazel let out a sigh, finally opening up. “I didn’t say anything earlier because Adam was here,” she
began, her words drawing my attention. Was Adam somehow making her uneasy? “The truth is, I
unexpectedly got my period while in the restroom. I didn’t have any tampons with me, and I couldn’t
ask Adam to fetch one for me.”
That doesn’t make sense. “Why? It is part of his job to be at your beck and call.”
She red at me.”I can’t have him buy tampons for me.” gging her hands in the sky in exasperation,
she walked over to the sofa. “To cut the whole story short, I got frustrated while using the pocket tissue
in my purse, and I was still trying to
who gather myself when Adam knocked on the door.”
I arched a brow while watching her sit down. “If you used those tiny tissues, don’t you think you should
head to the bathroom to take care of yourself instead of trying to rx.”
Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her. “I’m sorry, Ravel. I really didn’t want to end up staining
your white sofa.”
I dismissed the issue with a wave of my hand. “Who cares about the sofas? They can be reced.”
Making my way to the kitchen, I began preparing something cold for her. “I’m more concerned about
yourfort.”
Her smile lit up, and she batted her eyshes yfully, “I love you, Ravel.”
Chuckling, I responded, “I love you more.” Nodding towards the stairs, I suggested, “Now, off you go.”
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With a blown kiss, she dashed up the staircase, leaving me standing there, a silly grin on my face,
unable to contain my boundless happiness.
With Christmas just a month away, an unusual sense of anticipation had settled in me. This marked the
first time in my adult life that I was genuinely looking forward to the holiday season. As the door to my
office swung open, Elenor entered with a teasing grin. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Christmas Spirit,” she
quipped, taking a seat on the sofa. “Someone’s got some holiday excitement.”
I rolled my eyes yfully and settled beside her. “Let’s not blow this out of proportion.”
Tilting her head, she smirked knowingly. “You’re practically on your knees begging me to spend
Christmas in New York, even though you’re well aware I’d rather be in Paris.” She leaned in, her
curiosity piqued. “What’s going on?”
I took a deep breath, “I’m nning to propose to Hazel on Christmas Eve.” We had been together for a
year, and I was ready to take the next step and make her my wife. To be honest, though, I’m gripped by
the fear that she might leave me.
Hazel’s behavior has taken a peculiar turn in recent weeks. Ever since she came back from that stroll
with Adam, there’s been an air of suspicion surrounding her actions.
Initially, she imed to have her period, but two weekster, she was menstruating, which I noticed
despite her attempts to hide it. Despite my awareness, I chose not to confront her about it, feigning
ignorance.
Another sign of her secrecy surfaced when she ced a password on her phone. Previously, her
phone had been essible to me without any hindrance, but now things had changed. I decided not to
question her about it, respecting her privacy and acknowledging her right to make choices concerning
her phone.
Another development came in the form of secretive phone calls Hazel had been making and receiving.
I inquired about these calls multiple times, only to be told that they were random spam calls – a
recurring excuse.
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Additionally, her movements had be more mysterious. Questioning her about where she had beenC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.
sneaking off to, she exined that she had been visiting the art dealer who had let her paint her first
artwork and even helped her bring it home.
Strangely, I had even gone to the extent of calling from the man’s shop, yet she still insisted she was
there when she obviously wasn’t.
Despite these puzzling behaviors, my determination remained steadfast: I wanted to escort her down
the aisle. The thought of another man sweeping her away was unbearable to me.
“New Year’s Eve would have been a perfect proposal moment, bluely. Why opt for Christmas Eve
instead?” Elenor questioned curiously.
I rified my choice, “I have a January wedding in mind.”
Her brow furrowed, seemingly concerned. “What’s with the urgency? Is she nning to leave?”
The truth is, I do fear she might, and that’s why a January wedding is my preference. “I don’t need to
exin every detail, Elenor,” I retorted defensively. “Just understand that I’m nning to propose on
Christmas Eve and I want a wedding in January.” I held onto the hope that Hazel would want the same
too.