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SIXTY NINE
"You've been waited by two officers in your room. Everything is alright?"
Hazel arrived from the courthouse with a listless face that looked exhausted. The aura that the woman gave off made Mrs. Eden look at her worriedly. Lately, Hazel's condition is quite worrying. It was rare for her to see Hazel's smiling face and instead see her frown like this.
"Wyne. He whirred like a bee all around me. And lately I keep feeling worried because of the terror.”
Mrs. Eden seemed more interested in the Wyne issue than the terror that was haunting her. Her face showed over-interest with a gleam of happiness on her face as she said Wyne's name.
"Wyne loves you. I'm glad he started to persevere to approach you. What did he do to make you look this upset?”
She didn't agree with Mrs. Eden at all. Wyne's idea to captivate her heart to get her love must have been supported by Mrs. Eden, so now Wyne looks more daring and sometimes pushy.
This afternoon whe
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