Was he dreaming right now? Sleeping with the angel he had been aiming for two months? He means, with Hazel who was sleeping beside him with her angelic face? No, no. Hazel was not like an angel. She was definitely an angel...Raymond immediately covered his face with his hands. He could feel his face flushed from remembering what they had done last night.Remembered Hazel's sexy voice, half sighing as he called her name and marking her whole body with his kiss. Hazel's scent was sweet just as vanilla. Damn. Everything was still so clear and fresh in his memory.He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His smartphone which he put on the nightstand beside his bed suddenly vibrated. His hand reached for his smartphone, opening the screen.Bad news.Call me when you're free.Raymond's ey

It has been two weeks since the assault incident occurred. His condition was getting better so there was no reason for him to stay at home. He got back to his usual. Worked at the cafe, while doing his new routine, working at Umberbridge’s mansion as Thyme’s confidant after his shift at the cafe was over. Running two jobs at once was

Raymond stomped his feet. His fingers tapped on his thighs, shook off his anxiety as he glanced at Hazel, who was busy watching a drama series he did not know on the TV channel. This woman deliberately turned up the volume of the TV whenever he tried to open a conversation, making the atmosphere even more awkward than before. He did not understand what made this woman angry with him. He thought that after he apologized last night he would be forgiven. In fact, it was not that simple. To make things worse, Hazel continued to respond shortly to everything he said. All his attempts to make Hazel not angry had failed miserably. Instead of getting better, everything he did just made things even worse. For example this morning. Because today was their day off, he woke up earlier than usual, taking his time to bake chocolate bro

Raymond can feel his entire body frozen. He intended to run away from a group of people who were absolutely not ordinary people by their stature, avoiding everything. The panic attack that he had just experienced had consumed all of his energy. But behind him was Edward, and he did not want his manager getting involved in his business. He swallowed hard. Yes, there was no other way than to face these people, with only a thirty per cent chance of winning based on his observation of their abilities. He drew closer to Edward, who was standing behind him, looking a little worried. ‘Look. On the count of three, run away from this place. Understand?’‘How about you?’

Raymond closed the last file that Thyme gave him as he relaxed his stiff muscles because he continued to sit in a chair for nearly six hours. His eyes behind the glasses he was wearing twitched—the result of continuing to divide his concentration between reading the printed file and the computer screen on his desk.Raymond turned his head to find that his boss seemed to be enjoying their lollipop, which had shrunk like a toddler, and looking at their computer screen enthusiastically as if they were playing games. He rose from his chair and walked over to their table. "Did you already finish all of them?" asked Thyme, enjoying their lollipop again. Raymond nodded. "I want to talk about Amanda's condition." Thyme's face suddenly turned serious, moving the lollipop away from their mouth. "Yesterday I actually wanted to inform you, but I couldn’t contact you. I wonder why."Their sarcastic tone made him remember that day. After he broke up with Hazel, he stayed in his bedroom for a day,