Bewitched His Soul

Enzo could not move his eyes away, fearing he may miss such a vision. Maybe it was her looks, innocence, or childishness. Everything disappeared when she came in front of him. It felt like he could not get enough of her.

He wanted to drown in her beauty. Hazel tried to move the vase aside, and it collided with another crockery set, and the vase fell on the grass.

Hazel gasped and looked at the broken pieces sadly, trying to touch them. Enzo was about to scream not to touch the glass pieces when the maid nearby stopped her and said they would arrange the remaining flowers themselves.

Hazel made a sad face but agreed unwillingly. Enzo walked towards her and touched her shoulders.

"Enzo, you are here," Hazel said joyously. Her smile had him mesmerized. Was she so happy to see him? He wanted her to behave the same way whenever she saw him.

"Hmm, looks like your flower arrangement failed," Enzo said.

"Ya, mom was doing all the work, so I thought I should not be idle and help her.". Ava's only job was giving instructions to the house staff. Tristan felt she was already so exhausted with her business that she did not need to work at home anymore.

"Our princess does not need to work. She just has to look pretty," Enzo stated.

"Really," Hazel pouted, and Enzo nodded his head.

"Then tell me, how do I look? My mom got me this dress yesterday," Hazel gave a sweet smile. Enzo looked at her from head to toe and gulped. Sometimes seeing is not enough. He wanted to do a lot more. He consoled himself, saying that day would come soon.

"So gorgeous, no one can compete with you," Enzo said in a low, sensual tone. Hazel felt the heavy gaze on her and got lost in his eyes. The atmosphere felt tense, and she opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Because of the breeze passing through the garden, a few strands of her hair came across her face, and because Hazel couldn't lift her hand, Enzo beat her and pushed the hair aside, touching her lips as an excuse to get them off her face.

This is the first time he is touching her pink soft lips, which he dreamed of tasting, so many times. They felt softer than they looked, and he could not stop himself as he traced her lower lip. Mesmerized by his actions, Hazel parted her lips, giving him more access.

When she gasped, Enzo stopped his actions and looked at her hungrily. The simple sound made him hot. Who knew a simple action could make her so responsive. He could just imagine the sound she would make when he finally takes her.

Before he could say or do anything, Logan appeared, and Hazel got embarrassed, so she pushed him aside. He never wanted to punch his brother more than ever, always spoiling everything. The house is so big, why should he come to the lawn at that exact moment.

"Hey Enzo, this drink is great. Shall I get you one?" Logan offered.

"No," Enzo said, gritting his teeth.

"Hazel, do you want one?" Logan asked.

"Ya, sure," Hazel wanted to get away, and this looked like a perfect excuse.

Enzo gave Logan an angry look, but the latter did not mind and was calm as usual because he knew his brother always had a sour mood. It may be a blue moon when Enzo laughed or smiled.

After some time, lunch was served. Hazel totally forgot about what happened and happily mingled with the other guests. Enzo was about to sit next to her when someone got there quicker than him. It was a man whom he was seeing for the first time.

He was about to say something, but Hazel screamed excitedly as if she had met her long-lost best friend.

"Tom, when did you return? Why didn't you inform me you were coming back?" Hazel asked excitedly.

"I returned last week. If I told you, then I wouldn't see the happiness on your face right now," Tom chuckled.

Enzo stood around watching everything. He wanted to drag this Tom away from Hazel. When he arrived, Hazel had been so happy, and he felt special, but right now, she looked happier to see Tom.

Who the hell was he? Why was he so important to Hazel? Before Enzo could say anything, Logan, who sat next to her, asked her to introduce Tom.

"Tom is my schoolmate. He moved abroad because of his father's business and has finally returned," Hazel stated.

Enzo cursed that someone had asked Tom to come back.

"Hazel, you have changed so much. You used to be so mischievous in school, always eating chocolates and smudging them all over your face. Now, look at you, all pretty. Why didn't I notice it before?" Tom stated.

"Hey, you are the one who always passed me chocolate during classes, and by the way, I was always beautiful," Hazel boasted.

Appreciation appeared in Tom's eyes, and Enzo knew the kind of things that were going on in Tom's brain. The male in him knew that a beauty like Hazel awakened a man's desire to conquer and protect.

"Ya, I may be blind not to notice," Tom placed his hand lightly on Hazel's shoulder.

Oh no, Enzo did not mind separating Tom's hand from his body.

"Let's have lunch," Hazel said.

All the other guests joined them at the lunch table. Tom interacted with everyone and told them where he was currently working and how things were in his hometown. Enzo's eyes never left Hazel and Tom. He was watching their every action like a hawk.

Hazel either laughed or giggled at whatever he said, no matter what if it was funny or not?

Tom even served her food as if she did not have hands or there were not enough maids in the Ambrosio mansion to help her.

Everyone was enjoying the party, except for Enzo. It was too painful for him, and he could not even eat properly. He was just stabbing the two pieces of chicken onto his plate and cursing Tom in his mind.

After lunch, the elders refused dessert and went inside the house. Now only the younger generation was left at the lunch table. A few seconds later, Travis stood and said he had some emergency.

Enzo noticed Travis acting a little peculiar today. He had his phone the entire time, during lunch. It made him wonder when he started working on weekends.

Hell, that guy did not even watch TV while having meals, but today his hands were typing the whole time. Even if it was work, why was there a small smile tugging on his lips?