Twenty

Hazel

"Are you implying I'm being held against my will? Because if so, I won't hesitate to raise the alarm and summon the authorities," I asserted, my tone laced with a mixture of defiance and anger. Yet, his stoic demeanor remained unbothered, stoking the flames of my rage.

"You're not going anywhere, Hazel. There's nowhere for you to flee," he countered, his words landing like a heavy weight upon my shoulders. I despised the truth in his assertion. This sprawling estate was indeed my sole refuge, a fact that filled me with a sense of entrapment.

"This is your main house, not merely a guest house as you led me to believe," I accused, my voice tinged with resentment. The discrepancy between his portrayal and the reality of the situation gnawed at my sense of trust.

Andreylet out a weary sigh, his hand instinctively reaching to massage the furrowed lines of his brow. Though my tantrums threatened to wear down his patience, his gaze softened with genuine concern as he met my eyes. He re