Hazel’s p.o.v
It was only until I had gotten all the tears out I found out I had my arms tightly wrapped round him than I was supposed to. Instantly, I quickly released my arms.
“Are you okay now?” He asked.
Looking at him, the front of his sweat shirt which was now soaked with tears and snot was not hard to notice.
Mortified, I pointed a finger at it.
“Your shirt.”
I was expecting him to get angry but there was not the slightest change in his expression.
“I can just take it off.” His hands made their way to the hem of his shirt to pull it off.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanted me to take it off.”
“I wanted you to take it off but not in here. You are with a lady, remember?”
“So?”
I held back a gasp.
I didn’t know he was a pervert too.
“Let’s get this over with.” I said more to myself while he took his seat after he had returned back from going to change his shirt and I picked up the shaving stick to resume shaving.
“There you go.” I said once I was done.
“Thank you.” He ran his hand through his now smooth chin while he looked in the mirror.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.
“Go ahead.”
“Who told you about Andrew’s illness and how did you know it was his funeral that day you came with flowers.”
“I just happened to find out.”
He didn’t say anything after that and neither did I.
Just then, his phone started ringing.
He picked up his phone and left the bathroom to receive the call.
From the bathroom, while I washed my hands, I heard him speaking with an angry tone to whoever it was that called him.
Seeing that the call already ended, I got out of the bathroom also after rinsing my hands.
Immediately the call ended, just as I was going to leave his room, I heard him speaking with his driver on phone to come over.
Probably to take him somewhere
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“Good morning Hazel.” Jameson greeted with a sweet smile gracing his lips.
It was a Saturday, but since it was still early, not everyone had arrived yet, Jameson himself just arrived.
“Good morning, how was your night?” I asked.
“Awesome. So how is Madrigal doing? He was supposed to be discharged on Thursday right?” He had his elbow on my desk now, with his chin resting in his palm.
“Yeah, he was discharged on Thursday and he is doing fine.”
Just then I noticed his pierced ear.
He didn’t have it before so I couldn’t just be noticing it and besides it looked new.
“Your ear! When did you pierce your ear?”
He let out a small silly laugh at my question and gave me a friendly slap on the shoulder before getting back to the position he was before, grinning from ear-to-ear.
“Yesterday.” He answered.
“Yesterday? Why anyway?”
“My boyfriend loves piercings.”
“Your boyfriend? Oh you’re…”
“Homoséxual.” He completed with a blush.
“Aha!” I nodded in acknowledgement.
“Surprised?”
TBC
