The maid, having prepared the bath for Hazel, left the room as Hazel entered the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her. The door closed behind the maid, leaving Hazel in solitude as she contemplated the inviting tub before her.Hazel's eyes fell on the inviting tub, adorned with floating rose petals, emitting a sweet and enticing aroma.A moment of contemplation passed before she moved the towel, gracefully easing herself into the warm water. A contented sigh escaped her lips as the soothing embrace of the bath enveloped her."Ahh..."She leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling, allowing the soothing embrace of the water to envelop her. At this moment of relaxation, Hazel's thoughts drifted to the events that had transpired, particularly the unexpected drive.Where can I find the drive?The possibilities floated in her mind.Would it be in his bedroom?A surge of uncertainty clouded her thoughts. She couldn't simply enter without the password or Francisco's voice.While pondering, Hazel

Hazel finished her dinner, but Francisco remained behind closed doors. An hour passed, and her curiosity deepened when she spotted a maid making her way towards his room. Hazel's eyebrows arched inquisitively.Contemplating whether to approach him, Hazel hesitated. If Francisco didn't open the door, how could she initiate a conversation? Deep in thought, she walked towards her room, clutching the book tightly. Upon locking the door, Hazel sighed, feeling a sense of frustration."Damn it. I need to do something. But what can I do?" She muttered, sinking onto her bed. With a determined breath, she opened the book, hoping its pages might offer solace or distraction.As Hazel continued reading the book, she stumbled upon a dialogue in Italian, seemingly spoken by a character playing both the hero and the villain, expressing feelings towards a girl. Her fingers traced the sentences, feeling the rhythmic flow of the depth of the meaning.Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, Hazel stood up, h

Hazel's eyelids fluttered open slowly, consciousness seeping back into her. The familiar surroundings confirmed her location, and the hand firmly grasping her waist belonged to none other than Francisco.Last night, he had slept with her.Hazel took a moment to steady her breath, aware that her first task was to extricate herself from his lingering touch.She could feel his hot breath against her bare neck, a sensation that both intrigued and unnerved her.‘Hot, steady breath!’She observed quietly, the realization dawning on her.‘It seems as if his breaths are calculative.’The notion that Francisco's breaths were measured and purposeful stirred a peculiar blend of curiosity.She pressed her lips together, contemplating the implications of the intimate proximity.Determined to disentangle herself from his embrace, Hazel slowly moved his hand, mindful not to disturb his slumber. The way he held her suggested a protective embrace, as if fearing she might attempt to escape.Hazel ginge

Francisco stood at a distance, hidden behind the lush foliage that bordered the garden. His eyes were fixed on Hazel, who moved gracefully within the glass house.As in the garden there were no cameras, so he could not see what she was doing.The sight of her pushing her hair behind her ear captured his attention, and a subtle smirk played on his lips.At that moment, Hazel embodied an unexpected allure, her presence magnetic even from afar. Francisco couldn't deny the intrigue she stirred within him.As he observed her from the shadows, Francisco contemplated the layers beneath Hazel's exterior. The light blue frock accentuated her form, adding softness to her silhouette. The glass house, with its warm glow, served as a backdrop to this clandestine spectacle.'Hazel!'‘How many times are you going to surprise me?’He mused inwardly, his thoughts a swirl of conflicting emotions. She had managed to surprise him once again.He slowly started walking and halted behind her.Francisco obse

Liam's presence interrupted the charged atmosphere between Francisco and Hazel, shifting the focus to the immediate matter at hand. He stepped ahead with a respectful smile, addressing Francisco."Yes, Master," Liam affirmed, his gaze briefly connecting with Hazel's as he acknowledged her presence.Liam tilted his head and asked, “Master, is this your new PA?”Francisco, casting a quick glance at Hazel, affirmed Liam's question about her role as his new PA."Yes," he replied succinctly.Liam's smile broadened as he offered a courteous comment, "I hope she is useful, Master."However, Francisco, seemingly uninterested in the pleasantries, placed his palm in his pocket and redirected the conversation, "Let's go."As they began to move, Hazel's expression remained stern, her keen eyes observing the dynamics between Francisco and Liam. In that brief interaction, she sensed the significance of Liam's role in Francisco's world. His status was more than that of a mere employee; he held impor