Francisco stood at a distance, hidden behind the lush foliage that bordered the garden. His eyes were fixed on Hazel, who moved gracefully within the glass house.

As in the garden there were no cameras, so he could not see what she was doing.

The sight of her pushing her hair behind her ear captured his attention, and a subtle smirk played on his lips.

At that moment, Hazel embodied an unexpected allure, her presence magnetic even from afar. Francisco couldn't deny the ...