Chapter 34: Chapter 34
Raymond walked out of the bathroom in the guest room that Thyme's maid had tidied up a few hours ago, along with the hot steam that had come out with him, spreading across the room. The tiredness he felt earlier disappeared instantly after he had soaked in hot water for a long time. Dressed in a white bathrobe, she walked over to her wardrobe while drying her wet hair, using a towel hanging from her shoulders. He found Hazel sleeping on the king-size bed, looking exhausted, making her stop her from drying her hair with a hairdryer and returning to using the towel. He did not want to bother Hazel.
He looked at Hazel, who was wearing the clothes he lent her after the woman's clothes were damaged by the fight. Fortunately, at the beginning he worked here, he left some clothes in this place, in case he suddenly had to stay at this place so he did not have to bother thinking about changing clothes. Moreover, he finally was able to see Hazel wearing his clothes that looked loose on Hazel's small body. The thick black sweater that he lent out looked more like a dress when Hazel was wearing it, making her looked very cute, eliminating the mature impression that Hazel had been showing in front of him.
He held back his urge to approach Hazel because he was not wearing any clothes other than his bath kimono, opened the wardrobe in front of him and made a careful selection. Because of Edward, he could not just choose clothes. The kiss Edward left on her left neck was still visible when she saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was forced to choose a beige turtle neck sweater so that the kiss marks could not be seen. He was not the type to wear high-collared clothes, so he only had a small collection of high-collared top, but it was much better if he wears this turtle neck sweater than having to wear Verdict's scarf back on. He hated wearing a scarf; it was impractical. His hand then picked up a green military jacket, and long skinny pants that match the colour of the jacket. Took off the bath kimono he was wearing and threw it into the dirty clothes basket beside the 1.5-metre high wardrobe along with the towel hanging from his shoulders, then put on the clothes of his choice.
Slowly, he walked over to Hazel. Sit next to Hazel, making a little sound as possible so that he would not wake her up. He looked closely at Hazel's face that he had not seen in a long time. How long had he not spoken to Hazel? Suddenly he regretted ignoring the woman sleeping in front of him. He should not have doubted Hazel then. His fear made him avoid Hazel. And when fate brought him back with Hazel, the woman turned into a figure he did not know. Full of wounds but very strong, paralyzing five burly men by themselves. He did not deny that he had been blown away when he saw Hazel earlier. The way Hazel sat crossed her legs, exposing part of her leg hidden under her black midi skirt. With her mysterious and sexy aura walked over to Thyme. So steady, not in a hurry, as if the woman had mastered the situation. Before finally, the impression was shattered when she realized his existence.
Everything felt new to him. The Hazel he had known all this time always displayed a cute face that blushed violently to the neck whenever he teased this woman. Cranky easily, even though Hazel desperately dodged it when she touched on him. Turned into a caring and fussy type when taking care of him—who has to undergo outpatient treatment for fighting people who are stalking Amanda. If it were not for today's assault, and not for Verdict telling him, maybe until now, he would still have thought of this woman as a shy, gentle, and graceful woman. Exactly as the rumours that Verdict said earlier. Still, he felt that Hazel was an angel. In her eyes, this woman was still an angel who will never lose her charm.
His hands moved involuntarily, draped over the brown hair that covered Hazel's face, then gently stroked her head. He knew he could no longer do it, but his trembling hands moved by themselves. Just remembering what happened earlier was enough to frighten him. What if he had not come into the room earlier? Sure, the wounds on Hazel's body were not worse. It would not leave the scar, but it still frightened him. What if there was a deep wound? He can only treat improperly. He was terrified, pulling his hand away from Hazel. It felt like everyone close to him was in trouble. Arnold. Amanda. Edward. Verdict. And now, Hazel. Feelings of guilt now enveloped him. His chest felt tight, followed by a pain that stabbed into his chest like a needle. He quickly got out of bed, not wanting to wake Hazel up, moved closer to the entrance to the room and leaned back until he slumped to the floor. Repeatedly affirming himself so that his panic attacks would disappear. He bit his lower lip, closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the flashback of Arnold's death that was now spinning back in his mind.
Then, after he managed to calm himself down, he got up from his place earlier and walked out of his room after taking the cigarette and smartphone that was on the nightstand near the bed.
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