Hazel had just taken a few steps when someone put a hand on her shoulder. The place was totally silent, and when she saw a man's shoes, her first instinct was that she may be in danger. She got so scared that she clutched her mobile tightly. Hazel decided to kick the man and run away quickly, but it was like the man predicted her next move, so he tightly held her shoulders to stop her from moving.
"Help, help…" Hazel started to scream.
"Shh… it's me, relax," the man whispered in her ear.
How could Hazel not recognize this voice? She relaxed instantly and turned around.
"Enzo..." Hazel bit her lip.
"Ya, it's me," Enzo smiled.
Hazel hid her face in his chest and hugged him tightly. She was so petrified a few minutes ago, but now with Enzo's presence, she felt safe and secure.
"I was so scared. It's all your fault," Hazel complained.
"But you were so brave coming here alone." Enzo raised his brow.
