Semua Bab Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Interesting,” Diego said slowly, his tone flat but lethal. “I haven’t even been sitting in this office for two hours, and you’ve already turned your working hours into a romance deduction session?”Everyone froze. No one dared to answer.Diego walked in, his steps calm yet intimidating. His gaze swept over the people who had been gossiping, one by one, until they lowered their heads in panic.“Hazel,” he finally called.Hazel swallowed hard. “Y-yes?”“My office. Now.”His sharp eyes cut toward everyone who was still stealing glances.“And before I come back here… I expect each of you to find work that’s far more useful than talking about your coworkers.”He didn’t need to raise his voice.That was exactly what made it terrifying.Hazel stood slowly. Her hands nearly trembled as she grabbed the folder on her desk. Sh

“Do you always tremble like this…” Diego’s voice was husky near her ear, “…or is it only when you're with me?” Hazel’s face heated up instantly. She held her breath and reflexively looked down, trying to escape the embrace—but Diego wouldn’t let go. His grip tightened as if he wanted to memorize every curve of her waist. “Sir—I…” Hazel’s sentence cut off. Diego’s breath caressed the side of her face, making her knees weak. It took every ounce of her courage to brush Diego’s hands away and pull herself back. She kept her head down, not daring to look at him. “Forgive me. I have to go.”&n

“Mr. Blake… I think you’ve overstepped your bounds as a boss. Let me go and give back that folder!” Hazel’s voice trembled, her eyes welling with tears. A small reaction that only seemed to amuse Diego. Weak… but beautiful. Fragile… yet triggering the darkest instincts within him. And for some reason, it made him want to protect her from the whole world. “You need money? How much?” Diego leaned in, his tone flat and dangerous. “I’ll give it to you. As long as you stop doing that stupid job.” Hazel shook her head quickly, her breathing erratic. “I don't need your pity.” Diego smiled thinly—cold, almost cynical. “No, Haz

“Hazel,” Rami greeted her with a sickening smile. “We had a deal, remember? You suddenly canceled. That’s what I call rude.” Hazel swallowed hard, taking a step back. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to. I—” Rami snorted, then stepped forward, reaching out to touch Hazel’s chin. “Be a little more polite. You have to pay a penalty, sweetheart. Or…” his gaze swept shamelessly over her body, “…we can negotiate in other ways.” Hazel slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” Rami grabbed Hazel’s wrist hard. “Don’t act so holy, Hazel. You think you can just run away? Huh?!”

Hazel froze, hoping her choice wasn't a mistake. However, if she refused, what Diego said was true: she had nowhere else to go. Far from anyone else wanting to help, even her own parents didn't care. Wasn't it a good thing that someone was willing to take her in? But this was Diego Ronan Blake. The penthouse was… vast, luxurious, fragrant, and warm, yet also terrifying. Because everything about it was Diego. Diego stood at the threshold of the elevator, looking at her, and said: “Welcome, Miss Hazel Quinn… from now on, this is your home!” Hazel swallowed hard, nervous. “No, this is only temporary.” Diego moved closer, h