A DATE, KIND OF...

The news about Ranon Leighton and Hazel Rose made it to headline news and the picture of Ranon was kissing Rose's hand was everywhere.

"Do you like it?" Ranon asked when Hazel called him to inform him about the news, which she should know that he must have been well informed about it.

But it seemed, Hazel was simply very idle and because she had no friend, Ranon was the only person that was close to one.

"Absolutely not." Hazel grimaced to see her expression on the news. In the picture, she was scrunching her nose. Seriously, they didn't make an effort to photograph her from her good angle. "I look hideous."

"I thought you wanted romance. I romanced you, didn't I?"

"That's overkill," Hazel complained. "And cheesy."

"You complained too much, that's not good for our marriage."