Chapter 9

Bella’s Pov

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I was awakened by the annoying sound of knocking, my consciousness not fully clear. Glancing at the alarm clock, I discovered it was only six o'clock in the morning. Who on earth was so inconsiderate to disturb my sleep? Don't they know that disrupting someone's peaceful slumber is incredibly impolite?

"Who is it?" I groggily inquired.

"It's me." I found it highly unusual for Haydn to show up at my door so early in the morning.

"I am coming." Haydn's handsome face came into view as I opened the door, and I couldn't help but be taken aback by his striking appearance. His perfectly combed black hair sharply contrasted with his chiseled features. His strong jawline and high cheekbones exuded an air of authority.

Haydn's brown eyes, while serious in expression, held a warmth uncommon for someone in his line of work. They were like deep pools of chocolate, drawing you in with an irresistible intensity.

Dressed in a black military uniform, he stood tall and