"What happened last night? Don't you remember anything?" Francisco's inquiry hung in the air, the weight of the unanswered question pressing upon Hazel. Her unwavering gaze bore into him, seeking the truth in the midst of uncertainty.
Hazel, resolute in her quest for answers, confronted Francisco, asking with a touch of concern, "Did we do something improper?"
Francisco, undeterred, took a step closer, leaning over her ear to deliver his response in a whispered revelation.
"You did a lot of things, Hazel. From where should I start?"
Hazel's eyes widened, the revelation of their shared night threatening to unfold. Something had transpired, something that Hazel now feared might have crossed boundaries that shouldn't have been breached. She turned back to face Francisco, attempting to grasp the extent of the unspoken events.
As she stepped back, ready to create some distance between them, Francisco, with a sudden and unexpected move, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close. Hazel, placing her hands on his chest, resisted the closeness, a physical barrier to prevent any further intimacy.
Hazel's heart raced as she attempted to push Francisco away, but his strength proved insurmountable. Desperation mingled with confusion in her eyes as she asked the pressing question, "What did I do?"
Francisco, maintaining his hold on her, began twisting her hair, his gaze locked onto hers. Hazel's stern expression signaled a departure from the vulnerability he might have expected. She was not the same Hazel he once knew.
With a sudden smirk, Francisco teased, "Don't think too much. We did nothing."
Hazel's face betrayed a mix of emotions. She sought confirmation, her expression demanding clarity.
"So we did not do anything?"
Francisco pushed her hair back, softening his gaze as he responded, "Yeah, you were murmuring something, and I need an explanation of it."
Hazel's heart skipped a beat as Francisco's words hung in the air. The color drained from her face, leaving her pale and vulnerable. Stammering, she sought clarification, "What?"
For the first time, Francisco noticed a subtle nervousness in Hazel's demeanor. His piercing gaze bore into her green eyes as he decided to unravel the mystery that had haunted their night.
"Rafael!"
He questioned her with a directness that reflected the urgency to understand the connection between Hazel and Rafael.
Francisco, not one to withhold his inquiries, pressed on.
"Who is he to you?"
"Why did you keep murmuring that officer's name?"
Hazel, sensing the scrutiny, slowly lowered her gaze.
A sudden pain gripped her waist as Francisco tightened his grip, forcing her attention back to his probing gaze.
Locking eyes with him, Hazel attempted to downplay the significance of the murmured name.
"It's nothing, sir. I don't remember anything..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Francisco interrupted, suspicion evident in his tone.
"You are hiding something from me, tell me," Francisco demanded, his eyes locked onto Hazel's.
Hazel, meeting his gaze, admitted, "I don't know where to start. Actually, I know him."
Francisco arched his brows. It seemed he was not actually ready to hear that Hazel had betrayed him.
Hazel, sensing his skepticism, lowered her eyes before continuing, "That officer saved me. I mean, he saved me from human trafficking. That's all."
Taking a deep breath, Francisco closed his eyes, absorbing the information. The incident Hazel referred to was known to him, and her words resonated with a truth he couldn't deny.
Then, unexpectedly, Hazel questioned Francisco's motives.
"But Mr. Francisco, what is it? I think you should let me go."
Francisco opened his eyes and regarded her with a contemplative expression. Hazel, undeterred, continued, "You did not tell Rafael to let me go, then why just me?"
Hazel's face was stern. She arched her brows and answered, "I think I have cleared myself about Rafael, Mr Francisco."
"I am your PA. The way you are interrogating me, it seems you are my boyfriend," Hazel declared with a stern tone that carried a flame of defiance.
"Whatever happened just last night, I hope you will keep it between us."
With a sharp movement, Hazel shifted her gaze away, intending to leave the room. Yet, the unexpected happened. Francisco, fueled by an unseen force, seized her hand and spun her around to face him. His grip tightened around her waist as he pulled her closer to his chest, catching her off guard. Hazel, startled, questioned, "What are you doing?"
"It's my room. No one can enter my room without my permission, and no one can walk out of here without my permission as well," Francisco declared with an air of dominance that sent a shiver down Hazel's spine.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Hazel's voice cut through the charged atmosphere of the room, her sudden assertiveness catching Francisco off guard. Instead of being deterred, he found amusement in her heightened state.
"What am I doing?"
Francisco responded with a smile, reveling in the unexpected boldness emanating from Hazel.
He continued, "As my PA, you should answer my questions and do whatever I want."
Hazel, undeterred and resolute, arched her brows and locked eyes with him. Her voice, confident and unwavering, pierced the room.
"So does it mean you can touch my body?"
Francisco, caught off guard by her boldness, narrowed his eyes, but his hand remained firmly on her waist. Hazel, undeterred, continued to assert her boundaries.
"Mr. Francisco, I will give you a resignation letter," she declared, her words carrying the weight of a decision made at that pivotal moment.
With determination, Hazel pushed against Francisco, creating a physical distance between them. She moved toward the door, her gaze unwavering. Francisco, for a moment, found himself unable to look away, the unexpected strength in Hazel's response leaving an indelible mark.
Hazel continued to jerk the stubborn door knob, frustration etching her features as the door refused to yield. Francisco, arms crossed, observed her struggles with a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
"I told you. It won't open," Francisco declared, his tone a mix of amusement and authority. Hazel, not one to back down easily, shot him a determined look and challenged, "Then open it."
Francisco, accustomed to wielding control effortlessly, found himself intrigued by Hazel's unyielding spirit. No one had dared to challenge him in such a manner before, and the unexpected defiance resonated with a certain allure.