Chapter 82


    Chapter 82


    RAVEL


    PRESENT TIME


    Receiving that urgent call for assistance from Hazel yesterday was a profound source of joy for me,


    and it wasn’t solely due to the fact that I found some satisfaction in witnessing her vulnerability or


    knowing that she had encountered a challenging situation. What truly touched my heart was the


    realization that, among all the people in her life, she had chosen to reach out


    to me.


    The significance of this choice was not lost on me. It spoke volumes about the trust and connection that


    we shared. It was a reminder that our bond and connection, are slowly building, enough for her to turn


    to me in her time of need. While I deeply appreciated her reaching out and was more than willing to


    extend my assistance, I also held immense respect for her newfound determination to handle the


    situation herself.


    Hazel’s decision to assert her self-sufficiency was a testament to her personal growth. She had evolved


    from the fragile woman I once felt an overwhelming urge to protect at all costs into an independent and


    resilient career woman. This transformation, this disy of inner strength, filled me with immense pride.


    It was a testament to her ability to navigate life’s storms with unwavering confidence, and it signaled


    her readiness to face challenges head-on.


    So, as I reflected on Hazel’s call for help and the subsequent development, I couldn’t help but feel a


    surge of happiness mixed with admiration for her growth and our enduring connection. It was a


    beautiful reminder that our bonds could evolve while remaining steadfast, and that was something truly


    special to cherish.


    Sneezing for what felt like the umpteenth time throughout the day, I couldn’t ignore the telltale signs


    any longer-I was slowly sumbing to the grips of the flu. Making the executive decision to call it a


    day, I moved swiftly, collecting my jacket,ptop bag, and car keys, signaling my intent to vacate my


    office.


    As I slowly made my way towards the exit, a lingering thoughtpelled me to pause at Rose’s desk.


    There, amidst the organized chaos of paperwork and office supplies, I found it imperative to convey a


    specific message: “Rose, please make certain that any impromptu meetings that arise are handled


    through Zoom on my behalf.”


    Upon hearing my request, a flicker of genuine concern materialized in Rose’s eyes as she closely


    scrutinized my somewhat pallid countenance. Her thoughtful inquiry came as no surprise, “Are you


    alright, sir? You look a bit under the weather.”


    The truth was that I stood at the precipice of falling ill, gued by the early symptoms of an impending


    ailment. However, I was not inclined to burden my colleagues with the knowledge of my condition.


    Grateful for her solicitude, I acknowledged her concern, saying, “I appreciate your kindness, Rose. I’ll


    manage. And, in the event that Elenor should inquire about my whereabouts, please do inform her that


    she can find me in my first penthouse.”


    The prospect of returning home to June, in my weakened state was an option I wished fervently to


    avoid, and I hope she doesn’te here looking for me. I wouldn’t put it past her to do that.


    Rose nodded understandingly, assuring me she would execute my instructions wlessly. “Of course,


    sir. I’ll make sure she’s informed.” With a final, appreciative nod, I left the office.


    As I finally arrived home, my body was aze with feverish heat. Raymond, who had been


    intermittently casting concerned nces my way throughout the car ride, now fixed his gaze upon me


    and voiced his worry, “Are you okay?” I responded with a grunted acknowledgment, but the fatigue was


    evident in my features.


    “You seem like you’re teetering on the verge of copsing any moment now,” he observed, his hand


    extending tentatively to graze my forehead.


    Irritated by both his touch and my deteriorating condition, I swatted his hand away with a sharp,


    mutteredmand,


    “Leave it.”


    Our journey continued as we entered the elevator, my hands buried deep within the confines of my


    jacket, a desperate attempt to stave off the relentless chill that seemed to pierce through me.


    Raymond, however, remained undeterred, his discerning gaze still locked on me. With genuine concern


    in his voice, he inquired, “Do you think you might be running a fever?” He pointed out the obvious,


    “You’ve been sneezing continuously in the car, and you keep clutching your jacket as if


    trying to ward off the cold.”


    Raymond’s unexpected action left me momentarily stunned as his hand made contact with my


    forehead, and his expression revealed abination of concern and exasperation. His incredulous


    words followed, “What’s happening, man? How are you even managing to walk around with such a


    high temperature?” he hissed, clearly taken aback.


    My response was limited to a grunted acknowledgment, as Icked the energy to engage in a lengthy


    conversation. Raymond gently guided me to my room, ensuring that I wasfortably settled. He took


    the initiative to draw the curtains closed and turned off the air conditioner, creating a more soothing


    environment for my recovery.


    With a sense of urgency, Raymond rushed to the store to acquire the necessary medications. However,


    upon his return to the penthouse, he discovered that I had sumbed to sleep, my weakened state


    finally iming me.


    Upon waking, I felt theforting coolness of a damp cloth on my forehead. I groaned softly, gathering


    the strength to leave my bedroom. My weary feet carried me sluggishly towards the living room, where


    I detected faint sounds emanating from the kitchen. As Raymond emerged from the pantry, he froze in


    his tracks upon spotting me.


    “Are you feeling any better?” he asked, his genuine concern etched across his face, providing a


    glimmer of hope amid my illness…


    I nodded cautiously, my initial suspicions giving way to a modicum of relief as I motioned toward the


    kitchen. “Could you tell me who’s currently in my kitchen?” My tone conveyed not only irritation but also


    a deep-seated concern. The mere thought that someone might have brought Barbara, a presence I had


    intentionally avoided by staying away from the manor, weighed heavily on my mind.


    Raymond, ever quick to provide reassurance, stepped forward with an exnation, “It’s Elenor. I


    thought you might benefit from a proper meal instead of relying on takeout, so I decided to call her


    over.” As he uttered these words, Elenor materialized from the kitchen, holding a bowl of steaming


    soup in her hands.


    Her arrival brought a faint smile to her lips as she spotted me standing in the hallway. With a toneced


    with genuine concern, she inquired, “How are you feeling?” Elenor approached me, her touch gentle as


    she took my arm and guided me toward the dining hall. Her voice conveyed a deep sense of care as


    she continued, “Why didn’t you reach out to me when you started feeling unwell and uneasy?” Her


    worry was palpable, and I couldn’t help but appreciate her sincere concern for my well-being in that


    moment.


    My deadpan response seemed to catch Elenor off guard, and she furrowed her brows in response.


    “Has no one ever told you what kind of pest you are in someone’s life?” I quipped, causing Raymond to


    chuckle.


    Elenor’s re intensified, and her retort was sharp, “F uck you. You’re fortunate you’re sick, or else I’d


    have given you a good p.” She didn’t spare Raymond either, continuing, “And as for you, no dinner


    forughing.”


    Raymond, seemingly undisturbed by Elenor’s threats, strolled casually into the kitchen and served


    himself dinner, almost as if challenging her bluff. When he returned to the dining area, Elenor


    practically sna tched the food from his hands, her irritation evident.


    While the yful banter continued between them, I absently pushed the soup around with my fork, my


    thoughts wandering. It was then that a realization struck me, and I asked, “Where’s my phone?” I asked


    suddenly as I couldn’t locate it. I distinctly remembered it being in the jacket I had brought back from


    work, but that very jacket seemed to have vanished from my bedroom.


    Elenor’s revtion that she had plugged in my phone drew my attention, and she fed me spoonfuls of


    soup as she exined, I noticed it was low on battery, so I thought I’d charge it for you.” She briefly


    nced at me from her own phone and asked, “Do you need it now?” I nodded, and she promptly got


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    As Elenor momentarily left the room, I took the opportunity to turn my attention toward Raymond, a


    question lingering in my mind. “Did you manage to patch things up with her?” My curiosity regarding


    their rtionship had been piqued.


    To my surprise, I witnessed a rare blush spreading across Raymond’s cheeks, and he chuckled


    nervously. “We’re working on it, he confessed, his admission tinged with a hint of optimism.


    I nodded, genuinely pleased to hear that progress was being made in their rtionship. Elenor returned


    to the dining room, handing me my phone. “Thank you,” I expressed my gratitude, relieved to have it


    back. As I double-tapped the screen, I


    couldn’t help but notice a missed call from Rose, which immediately sent a pang of regret coursing


    through me.”Sh it! I told her I’d take all calls via Zoom. The realization that I had inadvertently missed


    an important call weighed on my conscience, and I knew I needed to address it soon.


    Redialing Rose’s number, I brought the phone to my ear, and she picked up immediately. “Rose, I


    missed your call,” I apologized.


    “Apologies for any inconvenience, sir, but Ms. Hazel was here, insisting on seeing you, and I was


    calling to confirm if I should disclose your current whereabouts,” Rose exined.


    Hazel was in New York? I was taken aback. “When did she arrive?” I inquired.


    “Approximately forty-five minutes ago,” Rose responded. “I contacted Mr. Raymond, and he gave the


    green light to share your location.” At that moment, the doorbell rang, diverting everyone’s attention to


    the entrance. “That must be Hazel,” Raymond deduced as he rose from his seat to answer the door.


    “Thank you, Rose, but I’ll have to hang up now.”


    Ending the call with Rose, I turned to my sister with a question in mind. “Did you inform Hazel that I’m


    dealing with a fever?”


    Elenor scoffed dismissively. “Are you seriously suggesting she flew all the way to New York just


    because you have a fever?” She shook her head. “Don’t be so conceited, Ravel.”


    Just as we were discussing it, Hazel stormed into the dining room, her demeanor anything but


    concerned. Seeing her obvious anger, I slowly rose to my feet and asked, “Hazel, is everything alright?


    What happened?”


    Hazel’s piercing re bore into me as she reached into her purse, producing an envelope and


    mming it onto the table. “Exin this.”


    My brows furrowed with confusion as I picked up the envelope, uncertainty gnawing at me. With


    cautious fingers, I delved into the envelope, retrieving several photographs of myself alongside Warren.


    My jaw tightened in response to the incriminating evidence before me.


    My patience wore thin as I confronted her, my tone edged with anger. “Are you spying on me, Hazel?” I


    demanded an exnation, unable to mask my irritation.


    She continued to re at me, her voice dripping with frustration. “Is that all you have to say to me?”


    She hissed, her eyes narrowing. “I asked you if you had met with Warren, and you tantly denied it!”


    Her usation hung heavily in the air, and I found myself at a loss for words.


    I let out an exasperated sigh, weary of the mounting tension. “Yes, I met with him,” I admitted, my voice


    tinged with frustration. I couldn’t understand why my meeting with Warren was causing such a reaction


    in Hazel. “But why is this such a big deal?” I questioned, feeling unjustly used.


    As I spoke, Hazel circled the table, her footsteps measured and purposeful. My guard was momentarily


    down, and I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. With a swift, stinging motion, she delivered a


    resounding p to my cheek. The shock of it left me momentarily speechless, my hand instinctively


    reaching to touch the stinging sensation on my face.


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