Bewitched His Soul

The girl was very beautiful, tall, slender, fair, and her face looked like it was carved on a piece of jade. She was innocent and shy, talking softly, and she freely gave her smiles, giving off warm feelings as opposed to Enzo's dark aura.

Enzo looked relaxed around her, and his eyes never moved too far away from her.

Enzo got up from his seat and walked towards Hazel to check how much she had written.

"Give me the notepad." Enzo reached out for her hand.

Hazel clutched the notepad tightly and shook her head.

"It's fine, it won't matter if what you've written is wrong. I am here to correct you," Enzo said patiently.

Hazel passed him the notepad hesitantly, and half-closed her eyes, dreading his reaction. 

"Hazel, what is this?" Enzo snapped.

She had written two lines. First was the topic of the paper, and the second was something she copied from google, word for word, without even changing the punctuation. The rest of the page had flowers and silly drawings. 

So this was what she was doing for so long when he thought she was studying very hard.

"I tried reading… I tried really hard. But then I got bored, then I remembered I was hungry. But you were so busy working, so I drew to keep me occupied," Hazel explained. 

"How come you don't want to study? I don't remember anyone in your family being like this." Enzo did not know whether he should laugh or cry.

"I just don't enjoy studying. That's true. Everyone in my family is a bookworm," Hazel agreed.

Tristan was very smart and intelligent. Ava was hardworking and performed well in her academics. Travis was just like his father, while Hazel was very average in her academics and, as always, curious about other things.

Enzo sat at the table and worked on the laptop in his hand.

"I will mark the important points. You just need to copy them," Enzo stated. He knew he needed to spoon-feed her. Otherwise, she will not touch the textbooks before the exams.

Hazel nodded, and Enzo was searching on the laptop with full concentration. She was looking around, but after a few minutes, she got bored and turned towards Enzo. When he was working so seriously, it made him look more attractive. Slowly, she started to check him out.

His long fingers pressed the keypad so graciously like he was playing a musical instrument. He had removed his coat, so he was just in his white shirt and black trousers. His shirt sleeves were folded till his elbows, and his strong biceps looked more prominent, with the big Cartier watch on his right wrist. 

He had removed the two top shirt buttons, and she could see his tanned, smooth chest. His sculpted face, sharp jaw, and beard have grown a little bit, and it looked like he had not shaved for the past three or four days, and his rugged look made him more captivating.

He had eyes that looked sharp as an eagle's, and whatever or whoever had his attention will be proud and want his eyes to linger on them. His sensual gaze made people shiver in fear or let their toes curl in lust.

His hair looked so soft, and not even a strand of hair looked out of place. Hazel was curious to know whether he used several products like her to make his hair look so fabulous.

Hazel felt a little bit relieved that at least if she was getting tortured by studying. Then she was also fortunate to gaze at Lorenzo Santoris from a nearer vantage point for a longer period. 

How can he look more handsome every time they meet?

She used to steal glances at him in secret when they were in the crowd, but now she can openly stare at him and no one can say anything.

"Okay, I'm done. If you have any questions, ask me." Enzo shoved the laptop in front of her. 

Hazel was startled and looked everywhere but at him. She did not even register what he said and just nodded her head.

At the same time, the maid came to inform them, the food was ready.

"Come on, let's have dinner," Enzo stood up.

Hazel's phone rang, and it was a call from home telling her she needed to return.

"I need to go home," Hazel said.

"After dinner, I will drop you home," Enzo replied.

"No, then it will be past my curfew. I cannot have dinner here tonight," Hazel answered. 

Enzo frowned, not liking what he heard. When he brought her home, he had no intention of making her stay for dinner. Then time passed, and when she declared she was hungry, he told the chef to prepare the food for two. A small flicker of hope ignited in his heart, having her with him at the dining table. But now, he was annoyed and did not like to part with her so soon.

Seeing his troubled expression, Hazel thought he was angry that she ordered the food with no intention of eating. 

"I am really sorry for wasting food...I...," Enzo cut Hazel off.

"Don't worry about the food," Enzo said sternly.

"Come, I will drop you home," Enzo said and walked out of the room, not even looking at her once.

Hazel knew he was angry but did not know particularly what pissed him off so much.

Of course, he knew she needed to go home, but after hearing it from her mouth, his mood changed so gloomily, like a winter's night. The entire journey home was silent. She peeked at him, but he had a poker face and did not even glance at her even once.

"Bye Enzo," Hazel said, but there was silence from Enzo's side. 

"I am going now, bye," Hazel repeated, but Enzo chose not to answer. Feeling dejected, Hazel opened the door and placed one leg outside when she felt a hand tightly on her wrist.

Enzo knew it was not a serious issue since he can meet her again tomorrow, and he did not want to part with a bad mood. 

If Hazel was upset with his unruly behavior tonight, then she may not agree to come to his home tomorrow. It was only recently that she was getting used to his presence, but if he acted warm one minute and cold the next, she might get confused about him and totally block him out. He was not about to destroy the progress they had for the whole evening, which was well spent, for a minor disagreement.

"You should make up for the skipped dinner tomorrow," Enzo raised his brow.

"Of course, I promise. You should tell the chef to cook early," Hazel stated.

"Sure, you can say the menu as we enter my house," Enzo suggested.

"Yes," Hazel smiled.

Enzo watched her until he made sure she went inside the house safely.