Chapter 73
Chapter 73
HAZEL
FOUR YEARS AGO
Kelvin’s arrest for a slew of heinous crimes – drugs, rape, ckmail, and even murder – has
guaranteed his absence from society for the foreseeable future. It’s astonishing how my name
managed to remain untarnished in the drug case, despite the undeniable evidence of my involvement
caught on tape. As I reflect on this, especially with my impending wedding just a week away, I can’t
help but view it as an unexpected pre-wedding gift – the liberation from the shackles of fear that
Kelvin’s reign of terror instilled. It’s a gift everyone would cherish, without a doubt.
Parking my car gracefully by the side of Ravel’s office driveway, I emerged from the vehicle, reveling in
the day’s joy. Today, I find myself behind the wheel, a departure from my usual routine, as happiness
courses through my veins. Having borrowed one of Ravel’s luxurious cars, I led the way while Adam
dutifully followed behind, a silent sentinel of security.
Entering the elevator, I took a moment topose myself, smoothing my hair with delicate gestures,
my anticipation palpable as I waited for the familiar ping of the elevator’s arrival. As the doors opened, I
stepped out gracefully and confidently, striding toward Ravel’s office. Remarkably, his secretary didn’t
attempt to halt my progress this time, a fact that did not go unnoticed.
Ravel’s attention was swiftly drawn from hisptop as the door announced my arrival. His face
illuminated with a bright smile, he rose from his desk and moved to greet me with a warm embrace. I
ced a tender kiss on the pulse point of his neck, my affection for him evident. “I’ve missed you, Rav,”
I whispered, though the passage of time had been minimal – only a few hours had passed since Ist
saw him. In truth, we had even woken up together earlier this morning.
Ravel’s lips met mine in a tender kiss before he released me and guided me over to the plush ck
sofa. With a gentle smile, he remarked, “I’m well aware of how much you missed me, but I’m sure your
visit isn’t just about expressing that.”
Acknowledging his understanding of my busy schedule with wedding preparations, I shifted the
conversation’s tone. “I came across the news about Kelvin,” I noted, my expression more solemn.
Ravel’s response was casual, almost dismissive. “Shouldn’t we be celebrating?” he suggested, as if
Kelvin’s downfall was a cause for rejoicing.
Well, it is.
However, my desire toprehend the situation prompted me to press further. “We will celebrate, no
doubt, but first, I want to understand what transpired.” I leaned into a more serious stance. “You had a
hand in his arrest, didn’t you?” I inquired, seeking the truth. Ravel’s response was a nonchnt shrug,
leaving me frustrated. I folded my arms, forming a subtle pout, hoping that my expression might coax
him into sharing more. “Could you at least enlighten me on why he didn’t expose the incriminating
pictures of me to the authorities?”
“Why don’t you allow me to handle that matter?” Ravel responded cryptically, sidestepping a direct
exnation. He shifted gears by asking about my recent wedding gown fitting experience, attempting
to steer the conversation in a different direction.
Persisting with my inquiry, I reverted back to the pressing topic. “I need to know what happened to
Kelvin,” I stressed, my determination unwavering. “He held me hostage through ckmail for months,
Rav. I deserve to understand the truth – why didn’t he implicate me?”
Ravel’s gaze was intense, as if he were weighing the pros and cons of revealing the information. Rising
from my seat, I joined him on the sofa, settling onto hisp. His arms encircled my waist, drawing me
close. “He maintained his silence and handed over those incriminating pictures to me in exchange for
freedom,” he finally divulged.
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Freedom? He hardly seems free at the moment,” I
remarked dryly, struggling to wrap my head around the situation.
Ravel’s revtion finally came to light. “He’s not the sole perpetrator in the murder,” he disclosed. “His
younger sister was equallyplicit, and he used her as leverage. In exchange for her immunity, he
surrendered those pictures and pledged his silence. With substantial evidence against his sister, I’m
confident he won’t pose a threat to you anymore.”
I let out a breath, the pieces falling into ce. “So, in essence, you’re leveraging his vulnerability
against him,” I summarized, realizing that Ravel had essentially turned the tables on Kelvin using the
same tactics.
Leaning in, Ravel pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to my forehead. “ckmailing a ckmailer,” he stated
with a wry smile, his logic sound. “Had he not targeted you, I wouldn’t have countered with this
strategy. Consider it his own karma catching up
with him.”
I reminded myself not to feel sympathy for Kelvin, as he deserved the consequences he faced. “I
apologize for the added stress,” I murmured, my fingers lightly smoothing over the nearly imperceptible
dark circles under his eyes. “Dealing with Kelvin must have been quite taxing.”
Ravel’s grin was infectious, revealing his handsome right cheek dimple. “There’s no stress thates
from you, Hazel. Besides, I must admit, confronting him was rather satisfying.” he admitted, his eyes
gleaming mischievously.
Understanding my need to leave, I slid off his thigh and yfully blew him a kiss, sna tching up my
purse in the process. “I’m off to do some cake tasting. Elenor will be meeting me there, so I better get a
move on.”
Rising from his seat, Ravel dered his intention to apany me. “I’ll join you,” he decided, moving
towards his jacket. “I’ve been a bit detached from the wedding nning.”
I shook my head, appreciating his gesture. “Ravel, you were engrossed with yourptop when I
arrived,” I reminded him gently. “Don’t worry about the cake. Focus on your work, I’ve got this.” It was
clear that he had his hands full and I was perfectly fine handling the cake tasting on my own.
“I can always catch up on workter,” he persisted, determined to be more involved. “I should
contribute beyond just fitting into my tux,” he added with a chuckle, his smile infectious. “I see how
stressed you are because you are handling everything.”
Iughed softly, seeing through his intentions. “You’re the one who seems more stressed now,” I
pointed out, a hint of truth in my words. Approaching him, I traced my fingers over his abdominal
muscles and pulled him closer. “Let’s not add to the stress you’re already carrying, Rav. Besides,
Elenor and I have ns for a spa day after the cake tasting.”
He let out a defeated sigh. “Can I at least drive you there?”
With a yful grin, I shook my head and dangled my car key in front of him. “I came in my own car.
Thanks for the offer though.” One more kiss sealed our interaction before I made my way out of his
office, ready to handle the next task on my list.
I am ecstatic to the extent that I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs. Maybe because I’m now a
free woman or maybe
married next week.
because I’m gettin
The elevator pinged, indicating our arrival at the parking lot. With the same energy and excitement, I
got off the elevator only to be greeted with the face of thest person I expected to see today.
Mustering a smile, I walked up to her. “Mrs. Southwark, it’s lovely to see you.”
“Are you Mocking me?” She hissed at me. “It is indeed lovely for you to see the face of a Southwark,
but there is nothing lovely about seeing your face.”
Adam took a step forward, ready to intervene, but I shook my head, stopping him. “I see you’re still
upset about me getting married to your son
“Upset?” She snarled, “You Insult What I feel by attributing it to just being upset. I despise your very
existence,Hazel.”
“And that of your son?” I asked and she frowned. “Do you despise your son’s existence too?”
“Have you finally lost it?” She snapped and I shrugged. “Ravel is one of the best things that has
happened to me.”
“Then for his sake, pretend to be happy for him, for us,” I requested of her. “You are going to lose your
son if you keep this up Anne.”
“That’s Impossible.” She spat.
Tilting my head, I stared at her with amusement. “Is it that you haven’t noticed it yet or you’ve decided
not to notice it? I had
to beg him to send you the wedding invitation Anne.
Her frown deepened.
“I literally begged your son to send a wedding invitation to his mother. Do you still think you’re not
losing him?” Short of response, she just blinked at me. “Make haste while the sun shines Anne.”
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