"No, it's just an idle question." Leila hurriedly waved her hand. How could she hope that he would care about Hazel? She wished that he could break up all the relations with her and never see her again for the rest of his life.
"That's great." A cold light flashed across his eyes like a meteor but soon disappeared. Then he stood up, walked to her, and held her in his arms. His expression became mild. "Provence is a tourist resort. Everyone can travel her. Let Hazel be there herself. We play ours. It's none of our business. Don't poke your nose into others business."
Leila crawled into his arms, clutched his collar and tried not to let him go. She was afraid that if she relaxed her clutch, then he would run to the direction of Hazel. She said, "Brother Zac, I'm a little worried that she is following us. Don't go out these days, stay with me in the villa, okay?" She must prevent them from tryst outside.
