ログイン(Hazel)I got off the phone, and turned to meet Piper and Barn unboxing. But those aren't mine. “ Where are those from? They're not mine.” I inched closer to them. Both men shared a glanced and looked down at my belly, the maternity gown leaving a breathy space for me. “ Well you're not the only one who just moved in.” Piper said and lowered his eyes. I looked down at my stomach and folded my arms while they continued. Hours later, Piper was in the adjoining room, hammer pounding against nails, and wood scraping noisily against the floor. On the other hand, with gloves on, Barn and some men checked the walls for some devices Piper had instructed them to look for. He called it bugs. Once they were done, Barn supervised the next group to put up wall papers around my bedroom and repainted the sitting room. Coming out from the adjoining room, Piper lowers his head, wiping his hands with a small towel. “ I spoke with Roman. Once Christian wakes, he and his nanny will join you here. The
(Roman's POV)“ You're dying…you're not god.” Hudson's voice replayed in my head like a voice from a record put on replay. Every word he said dissolved and sank into my skin. I'm leaning against the head of the bed when he walked in. He puts his hands in his pockets, hiding away a cut below the rolled sleeves. “ What happened to your hand?” I asked, voice low and monotonous. My gaze lingers on the door, like a part of me is waiting for her to walk in. He pulled the hand out. “ Oh this! Saw it this way. No idea when it happened. It's still fresh so it must be from earlier.”“ And you don't think it should be treated?”“ Treated? What am I? A princess?”I briefly glanced at him, and threw my gaze away. “ About earlier…I know I crossed a boundary —”“ You have taken a great burden off my shoulders, Doctor Hudson. Whatever the outcome, I'm relieved. You don't have anything to be sorry about.”He narrowed his eyes. “ Who says I'm sorry?”I shut my eyes, exhausted. Misinterpreting him
(Hazel)From the moment Sam Hudson talked about the truth, with his eyes on Roman, one thing crossed my mind: his memory.He remembers. He has long remembered, but he kept me in the dark and watched me grope like the blind without help. A mere suspicion. But I trust my guts enough to believe he watched me all these while. From the side. And never said a word. Not even when we lost our son.Now, another one is lying in bed, without an idea of when he would breath his last.Withered, I stared at him, waiting, not with longing, or rage, but with stifling emptiness.And when he spoke, he didn't waffle or fritter. He struck home and cut my breath momentarily.He remembered everything.He remembered me. Yet, he chose to leave me in the darkness of distant past.It carved out a part of my heart that has long held on for too long and left silence behind. Emptiness. My heart should gnaw now. It should pull painfully at my nerves. I should seethe and fume. It should sting. It should stab. I s
It went cold with silence, the corridor echoing the tension between us like a scream in the mountains. “ What truth?” She asked again, but not me this time. Her attention is fixed on him, lashes apart like if she blinked, the world would spin and this chance would be gone.Her voice filtered into our ears again, with a crack that made Roman's eyes cloud.“ Hazel, maybe this is not a good time —”Hand raised mid air, she silenced Dominic. His lips hung apart, breath, heavy. He shifted uncomfortably, and glanced at me for help.I shook my head. This isn't something I expected from a man like him. Definitely not what I expected.“ You need to talk to me. I deserve to know what it is —”“ What makes you think it's something you would want to hear?” Roman interrupted her before she could say anymore. “ And what makes you think it's something I wouldn't want to hear?” She countered bitterly, bit a side of her lips the same time a tear dropped from her right eyes. “ Who are you to determi
It went cold with silence, the corridor echoing the tension between us like a scream in the mountains. “ What truth?” She asked again, but not me this time. Her attention is fixed on him, lashes apart like if she blinked, the world would spin and this chance would be gone.Her voice filtered into our ears again, with a crack that made Roman's eyes cloud.“ Hazel, maybe this is not a good time —”Hand raised mid air, she silenced Dominic. His lips hung apart, breath, heavy. He shifted uncomfortably, and glanced at me for help.I shook my head. This isn't something I expected from a man like him. Definitely not what I expected.“ You need to talk to me. I deserve to know what it is —”“ What makes you think it's something you would want to hear?” Roman interrupted her before she could say anymore. “ And what makes you think it's something I wouldn't want to hear?” She countered bitterly, bit a side of her lips the same time a tear dropped from her right eyes. “ Who are you to determi
(Hudson)Hours later, I'm out of the ER I set up in Hazel's dressing room, blazers ditched. Only God knows where I tossed them. With my sleeves rolled up, I closed the door quietly, careful not to wake the prince, but my heart burns within.Maybe it's the gripping career-long fear of ever losing a patient. Or maybe I'm just broken after witnessing the young boy try to correct something the adults in his life should have done a long time ago.But they didn't.“ How is he?” Hazel quickly asked, voice tinged with sorrow. Her eyes are crimson red, and slightly swollen. Her gaze darts between me and the door. I know that she can't wait to hold him again, or be by his side, but that's going to wait until I'm done emptying my heart now.I held her gaze, with a cold look that was foreign to me, shoulders tense, and patience gone into a humourless smirk.This three have pissed me off. They have really pissed me off. “ I'm surprised you care about him given that you were quick to turn your bac
(Dominic)There's no way I will accept that Hazel is a Sullivan." Is this your scheme to dissolve our engagement? Is this your own way of trying to tear me away from your woman?" I barked at him, losing my composure. " A Sullivan? My foot!"How could he stoop so low to such antics? How did he int
Shaking off the guilt, I held his hand, assuringly. I choose silence.We arrived late. He changed and lumbered downstairs. I was on standby already." Hazel—"" You won't go alone. I'm coming with you." I cut in, doggedly." I might receive a lot of backlash today..."" Then we go through it togeth
(Hazel)" Hope he didn't hear that," I screamed in my mind, berating myself. For a few minutes, I fretted over it. In the heat of the act, the name, Sylvester, left the enclave of my lips. Gosh! I feel so bad. Thankfully, he didn't seem to have heard me. I woke up the next morning to the fresh a
" That scent," I thought, feeling my c*** harden. It melds seamlessly with my senses, completely diffused in the room until it clung to it like the painting on the wall.It reminds me of Hazel. I kick back at the dizziness creeping into my eyes, blinking away sleep. Finger suspended over the switch







