Chapter 3

Martin was sitting in the lounge with his head resting on the sofa and his eyes closed. She quietly moved towards the kitchen. There were bags on the table, she picked them up and started taking out the food. After taking out the food, she moved towards the outside.

"Food is ready"

She looked down and said while her lips were trembling while talking.

Martin opened his eyes and looked at her, she was there in the clothes he had brought.

"Good"

Saying this, he got up and went towards the kitchen, she followed him.

The meal was eaten in silence.

"Clean everything and bring coffee to the room"

He went upstairs to the room without listening to her order.

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Hazel washed the dishes and went upstairs. When the door of the room was opened, Martin was sitting in front of the king-size bed.

Hazel stood by the door and began to gather words on how to address him.

"What happened, do you want to say something?"

For the first time since she had been here, Martin had addressed her softly.

"Actually"

Just as she said that, he stood in front of her and Hazel shivered at his move.

"What actually"

Martin moved closer to her, surprising Hazel.

"There is no coffee equipment"

She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice.

He held her close and kissed her on the forehead and went out. But Hazel, who was standing behind him, was surprised by this action.

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Martin had asked the driver to order all the household supplies. He hadn't come home yet. Hazel made coffee and went to the living room. She put the coffee on the table and sat on the bed.And started remembering the incident of a few moments ago. She put her hand on her forehead as if she still felt his lips on her forehead.

She was sitting in her own thoughts, she didn't know when Martin came and stood in front of her. He had seen her move. Feeling someone's eyes on her, she looked up and he was standing in front of her.

"When did you came"

She asked hesitantly.

"When you were lost in thought"

Said sarcastically. Hazel lowered her eyes in embarrassment and started to walk away. She recoiled in shock when he grabbed her wrist. She recovered immediately as she bumped into his broad chest.

"There is no need to misunderstand. Whatever happened was just a compulsion, you understand"

The grip tightened. Hazel immediately closed her eyes and let out a sob. Martin looked at her and then at her wrist, where there were signs of broken bangles. He immediately let go of her wrist and headed towards the dressing room, within seconds he came out but with the first aid box in his hand.

Hazel was still standing there. Martin held her gently and sat her down on the bed. And he himself sat on the ground on his paws. He held her wrist comfortably and started applying ointment. All this he did very gently as if it were a delicate thing.

Hazel was looking at the man who first wounds himself and then heals himself. Martin could feel her eyes on him. After all the action, he got up, grabbed the coffee mug, and left the room.

While Hazel kept staring at the same spot where he had been sitting a few moments ago.

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