Chapter 70: Like a piece of log

Even though Hazel kept telling herself that what happened last night was just sex and convenience, she remained in the same position.

In his arms.

She couldn’t understand why she fit into his arms so naturally like that was how it was meant to be.

She also didn’t know why listening to Damien’s heartbeat and feeling his presence beside her assured her to some extent. Moreover, throughout the night, she remembered that she had slept so well that she didn’t have the usual nightmare.

Most times, she would wake up sweaty and terrified after a whole night of nightmare, but this time, she slept so well that it seemed surreal.

She raised her head to glance at Damien who had his eyes, sleeping peacefully.

Didn’t he say he has severe insomnia? How come he was sleeping so well?

Hazel found herself staring at him more than usual, watching as a strand of hair covered the side of Damien’s face. She just realized that his hair was slightly longer than most men she had seen, the length almost reached his shoulders.

It might be because he was sleeping, but his hair was slightly messy, but instead of making him look disheveled, it only added another charm to his features she could not make out.

It wasn’t the first time Hazel would be interested in Damien’s face, but this time the urge was even stronger.

What did he look like under that mask?

Was he like the rumors, with a scarred and ugly face like that of a beast?

Or with an ethereal feature that makes him seem like some immortal banished to the world?

Or just average features that weren't any special?

Her gaze trailed lower, stopping on his pressed lips. At the corner of his lower lip, there was a small cut that had already begun to heal.

Hazel remembered that she was the one who made that cut when the pleasure had been too much to endure.

Hazel never known that having sex with someone could be so pleasurable, but she never imagined repeating what happened last night with another man.

After thinking about it, Hazel raised her hand slowly, and carefully. Then, she swiped the stray strand of his hair to the side and remained still for a second.

Hazel felt that she was acting strangely.

Why would she be careful of waking him?

There were a lot of things she just couldn’t understand about herself whenever she was with Damien.

Hazel carefully untangled herself from his hold, trying not to wake him. The moment his arm slipped from her waist, Hazel suddenly felt a chill that made her want to return to where she was coming from.

The instant contradiction made her slightly flustered.

What was going on with her? She also had no idea and no answer to that.

However, she had not succeeded in leaving when the same arm pulled her back to the same person she was trying not to wake.

Hazel yelped at the sudden pull, startled.

Then, she raised her head and met a pair of amused and smiling eyes.

They were not clouded with sleep like she had expected, instead they were clear like he had been awake for a while.

For a moment, she forgot to breathe.

His eyes were dark, but because of the day of sunlight that shone on them, they were given a golden haze that made his eyes seem brown, almost molten.

There was no coldness in those eyes, instead there was warmth and something oddly close to satisfaction like a satiated beast.

Those eyes pulled her in like a whirlpool, making her forget herself for a while.

There was something about the way he looked at her that made her forget what she was about to say and halted her thought process.

“Where were you going?” He asked in a murmur, his voice still slightly husky. But Hazel did not reply and just kept staring at him in a daze. His arm tightened around her waist, not to hurt her, but to keep her close to him.

And strangely, she did not struggle or cuss at him as usual, she just gazed at him with those bright eyes he had always admired and liked.

Those bright eyes were looking at him, just like he wanted them to.

But why was she so quiet?

“Hazel?” He couldn’t help but call out, using his other hand to feel his face with a slight frown.

Has his mask come off while he was asleep?

When he felt his mask still intact, he relaxed.

Then what was she looking at?

Hearing her name being called, Hazel finally reacted and withdrew her gaze in an unnatural manner.

There was a slight flush to her cheeks.

“Well, I…I was going to ease myself.” She replied, then facepalmed herself inwardly.

Why was she stammering?

And why does she have to tell him where she was going?

They were not lovers, he couldn’t monitor her move every now and then.

“You were staring at me.” He said calmly. It wasn’t a question, but a matter of fact.

Hasel pressed her lips together, “I wasn’t.”

This time, Hazel did not argue with her and merely smiled with his eyes, but it was enough to make her embarrassed.

“Well, you were sleeping like a piece of log, I couldn’t wake you.” She lied without batting an eyelid and Damien chuckled.

At this moment, he already accepted the fact that Hazel was like his sleeping pills. For the two days they didn’t sleep together, he had been unable to sleep.

Although he was immersed in work, he had tried sleeping several times to no avail.

Before Hazel, he would at least be able to sleep for two hours at the maximum, but his body must have gotten so used to her presence that he can’t even sleep for one hour if she was not there.

Damien did not know if that was a good thing, or a bad one.