He must be crazy. Yeah, he really was crazy for coming to this office to get a closer look at Hazel. The temptation to see Hazel was really hard to resist. In fact, he was getting more and more addicted to seeing Hazel after two weeks ago he had ventured to see Hazel from a distance. It seems all the temptation to go on vacation becomes bland and seems boring. He'd better quench his thirst by looking at Hazel as much as he could, even if it meant holding back jealousy because that guy named Wyne was always orbiting around Hazel. Entering Hazel's office building, he acted like a client about to file a lawsuit. The less stringent security system in this building made it easier for him to go to Hazel's room on the fifth floor. They should have beefed up the security here since he'd broken into Hazel's office to find her address. But nevermind. The security system was no longer important to them since his name was cleared and the real culprit had been arrested. It's like

Calvin didn't leave Hazel's office right away after the screaming incident which was followed by Hazel's frightened face turning pale. The scribbles he saw in the bathroom mirror made him keep wondering what had happened to Hazel. She wasn't typical weak coward. He knew the woman very well. Even though she was under threat and very scared, she wouldn't be so hysterical, even trembling in a man's arms. Something bad must be happening to her. But what? He kept ruffling his hair in frustration in the car. He was really curious about what happened in the women's restroom. Somehow he had to get into the building again and find out. With a huff, Calvin closed the car door and walked back to Hazel's office building quietly. His footsteps were steady without a doubt. He looks like visitors who are mingling among the crowds of people who are crowding the lobby of the state law office. He sharpened his eyes as best he could to get any information that sounded important from Ha

Calvin panics. He was speeding like a madman through the bustling Seattle streets tonight to get Hazel to the hospital. Since then he hadn't stopped glancing at Hazel who was sitting beside him with an uneasy heavy breath. He was afraid that the breath would suddenly disappear from Hazel's lungs. He was afraid that her stomach would not move up and down again like now. When he had to pass the line of cars in front of him, he immediately pressed his horn hard to get all the cars out of his way. He was carrying a dying woman. The woman could die at any time if he was too late to take her to the hospital. God, he really regretted his rash act, suddenly turning left without giving any sign. He startled the mini van speeding in the opposite direction and reflexively turned the steering wheel into Hazel's lane. Then the woman.... the woman died because of him. “Hazel, please hold on.” To reassure himself that Hazel was still breathing and alive, he took her hand th

  “We have conditions here. Can you explain to me what happened?” Kiev, the man was still as chatty as he had last remembered. And fierce. His sharp gaze seemed to be poking holes in his eyes as the man tried to search his eyes to dig up all the things that had just happened. There was no need to doubt that he was angry right now. Guess what he messed up last night? Failed dinner with his wife or worse? Failed sex early in the game. Whatever it was, he had a bad condition. He had been in prison for ten hours since last night. The policemen who dragged him from the hospital insisted that he had made a mistake by driving recklessly to cause harm to others. But then he argued that he was on duty. He's an undercover FBI agent. The cops didn't believe him of course because he didn't have his ID with him. They looked at each other, then laughed at him. They thought they had just heard the funniest joke they had ever heard. Annoyed at the degra

Hazel felt the air around her begin to thin out. Her heart was beating fast and she had unconsciously dropped the soup spoon in her hand until the sound startled herself who was now in a state of extreme shock."Careful. I'll get you new spoon."The man ducked under her bed to pick up the soup spoon that had just fallen. As their eyes met each other, Hazel instantly felt tears start to fill her eye sockets."Are you real? I… I just had an accident,” she stammered in a choked voice. “I must have hit my head so hard yesterday that I started hallucinating about Calvin. You're just my hallucination right?"I'm not your hallucination."Calvin could feel Hazel's palms cold and quivering as he touched them for the first time in months of excruciating pain. He felt Hazel about to pull his hand away, but he held it tightly as he stared into Hazel's stunning eyes.“I'm real, Hazel. It's me, Calvin. You're not hallucinating. I'