SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 153

- KILLIAN -

That is no sore derived from cooking. I don’t need to look at it to know. I’ve cooked all my life since I was a child and I’ve gotten a lot of wounds in my life time to know what bandages are best suited for certain injuries.

I also pay much attention to detail, so I know Hazel is not telling me something. But what exactly? I’m not certain of it. I don’t want to ask her directly and it’s killing me. The time I spent kneading her hand was enough to give me answers to certain things, yet not sufficiently. The eye bags on her slightly worn out face also gave me hints. She’s been stressed. Certainly my departure wasn’t enough to make her look weary in such a short time. I never did anything to make her feel any less loved while being away. Yet from her eyes, it’s obvious she’s done a lot of crying.

Yet she didn’t make it known to me. Why?

Did I come off as judgemental for her not to put her faith in me? It certainly wasn’t the distance because now I’m here and she hasn’t said a word. I stare at the driver’s seat without changing my position. I’m glued to the door with my body slouched to the side to rest on the door. My elbow leans on the window side while I rest my hand on my folded fist, head positioned to face out the window.

Maybe she’s not saying anything because someone else is in the car with us. I know Orion but she doesn’t so it’s justifiable.

She can just text it to me! I am that interested in her life that this is getting to me really hard. I want to help her, stop her tears but how can I when she’s not saying anything? Anything at least will help me.

Unless she can’t say anything. My eyes widen with the realisation. That is actually possible considering how crazy these past few weeks have turned out. My jaw clenches.

The knowledge that this may have happened for quite a while yet I didn’t notice the slightest thing in her texts makes me feel sick.

My finger violently plays with my zippo, enjoying the metallic clicks resounding in my ears as I do so. I’m trying to think.

Two of my men sent to guard Hazel are dead, Hazel is injured and she’s definitely not telling me something. I avert my gaze from outside the window to look at her.

We’ve been in love for such a long time yet she thinks I wouldn’t know when something is off? That bruises me.

“Hazel. . . .” I call, her name trailing off my calm tone.

She turns to look at me, face bright with a warm smile. That can fool anyone else but me. “Hm?”

I have so much to ask but we just met after two weeks. Is now really the best time to bring it up? Even if something is going on, isn’t it my duty to make her feel better by not reminding her of whatever it is that plagues her mind?

“We’ll be there soon, love. I just wanted to tell you.” The tension on my face eases and I take a deep breath.

“Wherever we’re going, they better sell better food than the one I just ate.”

Haha, I booked us tickets to an opera performance but of course we’d grab a fancy bite first. She never gets tired of eating and it’s one of the things I love about her. I lean my hand forward to touch hers, the non-bandaged one, and place a gentle kiss on the back of her palm, stroking it gently with my thumb.

“If they don’t, you can have my heart.”

She bursts out laughing. “I already have it. I’d rather your liver and kidney for trafficking.” My face flattens. That’s not very funny. Hazel’s still laughing. “Just look at your face!” Her laughter gets louder. “You say you love me but you can’t give me your organs? I’ll be freaking rich.” Now she’s hitting her hand on the chair, having the time of her life.

I’m serious, it’s not funny.

“Come on, loosen up. It’s funny.” Her laugh slowly dies down.

“It’s not.” I say.

Hazel shifts closer to me, stretching her hands forth to reach my face. Before I could say anything, her hands hold my cheek then pull it to both sides. “There, a smile.” She giggles.

Watching her be so carefree makes a smile, which I doubt can be seen because of what she’s doing to my face, form across my face. I remember how tense she used to be. How she held her breath whenever I was so close to her. I’m confident I can take her breath away all over again if I wanted to but this is nice.

I tilt my head away, breaking free from her hand carefully so not to hurt her injured hand. These hands have done more good to my body in a nasty way, of course I adore them.

“We’re here.” Orion says.

Hazel’s cheeks flush when she heard his voice. Oh? She forgot we weren’t alone in here. Such a cute little kitten, her reaction is giving me a lot of unholy ideas. “Thank you Orion.” I say to him.

“Wait here for me.” I turn to Hazel. I ensure she understood my words before stepping out of the car. I walk to her side. “Mi lady.” I call, holding the door open for her, assuming a gentlemanly pose while leaving my hand in front of me so she can hold onto it as she steps out.

“Why, thank you, kind sir.” Hazel says going along with my humour, taking her seat belt off and grabbing onto my hand. Her feet makes it way out of the car first, followed by the rest of her body. I snicker under my breath. She’s wearing sneakers with a dress.

That’s my girl.

“Would you like for me to make your acquaintance?”

Hazel giggles, holding her fingers over her lips like a fan. “If you insist, who am I to decline?” I walk her in.

“Have I told you how much I’m in love with you?” I ask, crouching my torso lower to whisper in her ears.

“Quite well.” Hazel says to me.

I let out an exhale. For her, I’ll get to the bottom of whatever is going on with her but while I do so, I will give her the happiness she deserves.