Bewitched His Soul

His smile was so tiny that normal people will fail to notice, but Enzo was very sensitive to people's body language. He did not bother too much about Travis, as all his attention went back to Hazel.

Hazel was eating pastry and made interesting sounds, "Hmm… this is so delicious." Enzo tightened his grip on the spoon in his hand. Her innocent sounds made him hot and impatient.

While eating, she unconsciously spread some cream around her mouth.

Was she not aware of her surroundings? How can she still behave like a child? If she acted like this when they were alone, Enzo would have appreciated it very much, but not in front of everyone, especially Tom.

"Stop making a mess," Tom said in a doting tone and took a tissue to wipe her mouth.

That's it. Enzo could not tolerate any more and snapped, "Hazel, eat properly!"

Hazel pouted at him, then took a piece of tissue to wipe her mouth. Tom's hand was hanging in the air, and he lowered his hand back to his lap, not before throwing a glance at Enzo.

Tom looked kind of annoyed that Enzo interrupted his moment with Hazel, but he kept quiet. Probably because of Enzo's dominating aura, or maybe he wanted to maintain his image in front of Hazel.

Tom kept on whispering something in Hazel's ear. They were already so close to each other, yet do they need to stick to one another? Or was he discussing a secret that no one should hear?

Enzo stabbed the fork so forcefully on the plate it cracked in two, and everyone became silent for a second.

Before anyone could say or do something, a maid came to inform him that his father, Dimitri, wants Enzo to come to join them.

Enzo knew his father had some instructions for him, or might want his suggestion when discussing business with his friends, even though his mother had repeatedly told him to relax on the weekends.

When all the aristocratic heirs met, they could not help but talk about business., They may have handed their businesses to their sons, but they were the ones who pulled the strings behind the scenes.

It was a little difficult for them to keep quiet after working for so many years. They got easily bored and became restless when they were idle. After two hours, Enzo came to see that everyone had disappeared, and each one was at a different corner of the house.

After a few minutes, he spotted Tom and Hazel were walking in the gardens like they were lost in each other. Talking and smiling as they had so much to share after being apart for so many years.

They stopped walking, and Tom said something to Hazel, for which her face became immediately sad. He placed one of his hands on her shoulders and tried to make her laugh, but she was still sulking. At last, he gave her a brief hug, and Hazel finally gave him a small smile.

Tom walked towards his vehicle while Hazel stood looking at him till he disappeared out of her sight.

Enzo had enough and walked towards Hazel and asked, "Why are you sad?" Hazel was so lost in her thoughts that she did not hear his footsteps, and hearing him suddenly frightened her.

"When did you get here?" Hazel asked.

"Why do you look so sad?" Enzo answered his question with another.

"Tom is returning to X city next week," Hazel said with a sad face.

"Oh really, looks like you cannot bear to part with him," Enzo mocked her. Hazel, who obviously did not notice the change in his tone, believed he genuinely asked her out of curiosity.

"I haven't seen him after a long time, so I thought we could spend some time together," Hazel wanted to relive her school days.

Enzo felt relieved Tom was out of the picture, but he was also annoyed that his absence troubled Hazel so much.

"Will you be sad if I am gone?" Enzo snapped. He wanted to be the only special person in Hazel's life. Her mood should be affected only by his actions, and no one else.

"Where are you going?" Hazel asked curiously. Enzo said nothing. Instead, he held her hand and dragged her under the nearby tree.

"Oh, trust me, I am going nowhere," Enzo growled. At least not until he had made their relationship official so that everyone could stay away from his woman.

Hazel thought the conversion was over and took a step aside when Enzo tightened his hold on her and asked," Where do you think you are going?" 

"Leave me, it hurts," Hazel struggled, which prompted him to hold both of her hands above her head.

"Enzo…," Hazel whispered, a little scared seeing the evil glint in his eyes.

"Hmm," Enzo said while his other hand slowly traced her lower lip.

"What are you doing?" Hazel asked, mustering whatever little courage she had left.

"Oh, I have been asking myself the same question for the past few years." Enzo let out a laugh. Hazel frowned, not understanding what he meant.

Enzo never knows whether the method he is using is right or wrong. Hell, he never bothered about anything other than the end goal, which is getting Hazel.

"Hazel, do you really not know what you mean to me?" Enzo asked when Hazel blinked her eyes innocently.

It was Twilight. The most beautiful time of the day, when the sun was setting, lending a yellow and bright orange tint to the skies, giving off a beautiful background. The couple is standing under a tree where white flowers are falling.

All the birds return to their nest after a long day of hunting for food, and on the way, they chirp their happy tune. It was melodious to the ears.

The silhouette of a man and woman is outlined in the distance. The man looked tall and stern, while the woman looked thin and had a ballerina figure.

Because the woman was short, it was difficult for her to raise her head to look at him for a long time, so the man lowered his head to make her comfortable.

From a closer look, one can detect the man had a dark aura, and the look he was giving the woman was that of an obsessive lover. The passion in his eyes was not soft like water but hot like flames burning out of the volcano.

It showed his love for her was destructive and impatient. Burning anything and everything that stood in the way of making her his.

The woman's eyes were innocent and scared, probably because she knew she would never get out. A part of her was aware she had reached her destination and met her other half, but she chose not to acknowledge it, as she was not certain what this devil had in store for her.

They were polar opposites, like day and night, whereas one could not even tolerate a drop of blood, the other rejoiced at the sight of blood on his hands.

With two such different people, it was unknown how the love started. But we are all familiar that love is never built on logic?

It was like a painting with a mesmerizing view of two gorgeous people confessing their love. Even if he had chosen an expensive place, he could not have got such sweet romantic vibes.

"I love you, Hazel! I am so fucking in love with you!" Enzo finally confessed. He felt relieved, as he had hidden this truth in his heart for so long.

Hazel was shocked. There were so many questions running through her mind, yet a word managed to escape from her mouth.

"No…," he abruptly interrupted Hazel.

"Stop it, don't say another word," Enzo snapped. No matter how confident he was of his abilities, Enzo will not lie that a tiny part of him feared Hazel might never reciprocate his feelings.

Hazel let out a sigh. How can he say something like this after treating her as a friend for so many years? He never expressed any indication that he felt desire towards her.

And she felt most of the time, he treated her like a child because of their age difference. How can he suddenly create chaos in her peaceful life?