Under his spell
While looking at her reflection, Hazel decided to pull her hair into a ponytail, a practical choice that emphasized her focus on the task at hand. After a moment, she dressed herself, choosing an outfit that radiated confidence.
Fully dressed and ready to face whatever was awaiting. Hazel assessed herself in the mirror.
I cannot go back until I finish it.
Hazel shifted her gaze with newfound confidence and walked purposefully toward the door.
Hazel observed Francisco from the second floor as he sat down for breakfast. Gathering her confidence, she descended the stairs, determined to address the situation.
Francisco, engrossed in his breakfast, didn't turn his head when he heard Hazel approaching. Instead, he cast a sidelong glance in her direction, acknowledging her presence.
Stopping beside him but maintaining a deliberate distance, Hazel spoke,
Hazel
Sir, thank you for everything. I need to go home now.
Her tone conveyed a hint of irritation.
Francisco continued to eat, showing no immediate response to her words. After finishing one piece of bread, he casually started spreading jelly on another.
He finally said, breaking the silence.
Hazel, however, remained rooted in her place, neither responding nor moving closer.
Francisco lifted his gaze, meeting Hazel's eyes. There was a distinct contrast between their expressions. One set of eyes bore a stern, authoritative demeanor, unafraid of challenging her boss, while the other reflected a stubborn resolve.
Francisco
Won't you come here, or do I need to do something to bring you here?
Francisco mused, lightly touching his chin with his finger as he crossed his legs. His gaze remained fixed on Hazel. Feeling the weight of his stare, Hazel lowered her gaze and, after a moment, finally stepped forward.
However, instead of sitting beside him, she chose a chair a little distance away. Francisco, unspoken sternness in his eyes, pressed his lips and focused on his plate.
A maid approached Hazel and began to serve her, following Francisco's unspoken orders. Despite clearly noticing the subtle signals, Hazel maintained her composure, not revealing her acknowledgment of the situation.
A maid approached Hazel and began to serve her, following Francisco's unspoken orders. Despite clearly noticing the subtle signals, Hazel maintained her composure, not revealing her acknowledgment of the situation.
Francisco's voice broke the silence, prompting Hazel to look at him while she was still chewing her bread. His piercing blue eyes seemed to have an enchanting effect, captivating anyone who fell under his spell.
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