Hazel just smiled and shook her head. She knows if she keeps showing her mother a confused face, she will think something is wrong.“Mother, nothing is wrong. I'm only tired because of the work I did today; that was why I called my husband to come help me out.”Penelope faces Hazel. She doesn't look convinced by what she just said, she has known Hazel for a long time, and she knows something is wrong with her; however, something tells her Marcus is the cause of everything, and Hazel is just trying to pretend.She pointed at Marcus.“Are you sure he's not the one responsible for this? I know something is wrong with you, and I'm sure he's the cause of it.”Hazel immediately interrupted her mother as she looked at her with dead eyes.“Mother, you have to stop. I told you already. I will not tolerate you accusing my husband again. Please stop. I told you already I'm just tired.”Hazel walked past her mother, and Penelope gazed at Marcus, who was smiling.Penelope's jaw tightened immediate
Marcus's face lit up with a sudden smile as he noticed Ivy hiding behind him, a behavior he found unusual since Ivy was not typically shy. Seeing Ivy's reluctance to interact with Marilyn, Marcus felt a twinge of surprise; he wasn't expecting that from Ivy. Ivy's apprehension towards Marilyn was unexpected, and Marcus couldn't help but wonder what might have caused it. He had never seen her push a lady's hand away and hide behind him. He faced Ivy with the look on her face. He could tell she was afraid. That can only explain all of this, but Marilyn had not done anything to Ivy before, and he was wondering if this was the first time Ivy was meeting her, and she was acting this way.Marcus then turns to Marilyn; he needs to politely apologize and address the situation before Marilyn thinks he told Ivy something, or she starts thinking something is wrong with her.“Sorry about that. My daughter doesn't like strangers petting her on the head.”Marilyn understood the situation she was in
Marcus's face contorted into a blend of regret and resolve as his memory flooded back. He remembered the promise he made to himself about not having dinner with any other woman outside of workplace. Even if it's something important, he doesn't care; he can't go to any restaurants with another woman apart from Hazel. Marcus's eyes which were usually warm and inviting, now carried a shadow of unease as he struggled to maintain his composure once more. He couldn't believe he almost forgot his vow so easily. A furrow formed between his brows, betraying the conflict raging within him. His lips pressed into a firm line, he fought the urge to falter, his jaw clenched in disappointment in himself.With a heavy sigh, Marcus spoke, his voice tinged“I'm sorry, I can't accept your invitation to have dinner. If it's related to your company, please visit Sam Yellow Company, and I'll be happy to assist you. Just give me a call beforehand.”Marilyn's disappointment flickered across her features, bu
Marilyn walked purposefully toward her car, her gaze steely and determined to see what lay ahead of her. With every step, her jaw set, and her eyes focused on the task at hand. As she slid into the driver's seat, She was headed to Hazel's workplace; she had done her investigation and knew where she worked. It was time for her to confront Hazel since Marcus was playing hard and she will get it done this way, and she had meticulously planned every word she would say to Hazel, and she wouldn't know what hit her.Marilyn's grip tightened on the steering wheel as she navigated through the streets. Marilyn was prepared to meet the challenge head-on. She was ready to employ any means necessary to achieve the master's and her own goals. Carrying the child of Marcus isn't a bad idea.Not long after Marilyn arrived at Hazel's workplace, Marilyn wasted no time. She marched straight through the entrance door, her demeanor commanding attention. The receptionist glanced up, and Marilyn's expressi
Marilyn's smile widened upon hearing Hazel's words, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in her eyes. She nodded eagerly, eager to further her agenda under the guise of a business transaction that was part of her plans, and it was working out perfectly. The cameraman had already sent her the picture she needed, and she couldn't wait anymore. The look on Hazel's face would be second to none, and she can't wait to see it.With a calm voice, she utters “Thank you for wanting to help out with my new project.”Marilyn replied graciously, her tone tinged with subtle satisfaction, knowing Hazel doesn't know what is coming her way.Hazel nods to Marilyn's words; she seems like a nice person, momentarily dismissing any lingering suspicions she has about Marilyn. Perhaps Marilyn's intentions were genuine after all, she reasoned. Yet, a twinge of insecurity gnawed at the back of her mind, fueled by jealousy of Marilyn's beauty and confidence in a young lady having a company to her name. That was h
As Marilyn faced Hazel, she noticed a subtle tension in the air, but it didn't deter the confident smile playing on her lips. Despite sensing Hazel's anger, Marilyn remains unfazed; she doesn't care if Hazel cries or not. This was exactly the reaction she had anticipated, and that was the reason for her being here.Marilyn acted surprised as she picked up her phone from the table.“Oh, you mean this? This is the daughter of the man who motivated me to be who I am today. You can't believe he helped me get my second investment from Sam Yellow Company Yesterday, he's such a kind-hearted and loving person.”When Marilyn mentioned the man who had motivated her to become who she was today, Hazel's eyes narrowed in surprise. She hadn't expected such words from Marilyn, and it just proves she had a deeper connection with Marcus than she had initially assumed. Hazel's anger began to surface, unable to contain itself any longer.“You came here with a purpose, didn't you?”Hazel accused Marilyn
Hazel gazed at Marilyn with dead eyes; she couldn't believe she had kept quiet enough and tolerated Marilyn's attitude at that moment. Hazel's face underwent a sudden transformation, contorting with anger that had simmered for too long. She should not have allowed Marilyn to say too much to her before she cut her off. With a voice seething with pent-up frustration, she unleashed her wrath on Marilyn.“I have tolerated your nonsense attitude long enough, and it seems you don't know when to stop and look at yourself, even if you have company and I don't, and I was still able to get my man with this office you called a pig pen you should be ashamed of yourself.”Hazel snapped, her tone cutting through the air like a sharp blade. “Since you claim my husband told you all of that, go tell him to say it to my face, and I will divorce him immediately without stressing him.”Marilyn's face widened a little; she was caught off guard by Hazel's sudden courage. She is now challenging her; she att
Hazel sat at her desk, her brow furrowed in worry as she glanced repeatedly at her watch. Each tick of the second hand felt like an eternity, amplifying her eagerness to pick up Ivy from school. Deep down, a nagging feeling gnawed at her, whispering if what Marilyn said about Marcus was true. However, deep down in her, something tells her that Marilyn was just trying to play mind games with her, and she almost fell for it, which will only change her mind if Marcus says otherwise. But for now, nothing changes; she will not confront Marcus about it, but at the same time, Hazel couldn't shake off the unease settling in the pit of her stomach.With a determined exhalation, she finally finished what she was doing, and the urgency to go pick Ivy made her swift to action immediately. Gathering her belongings as she practically bolted from her office, her mind already racing with questions she needed to ask, Ivy saw Marilyn, and she must have heard some of the words he said. She navigated thr