The Rule of the Game

Hazel bit her lip and stopped talking with a hint of guilt in her eyes. She knew she couldn't deceive Regan. Quietly, Regan walked to her side and wrapped her into his arms. Stroking her back to offer some comfort, he reassured her, "Don't worry. It's my bad. I wasn't by your side." Hazel smiled. "No! It's not your fault. I know it's a nightmare. I will get used to it." There was a deep light in Regan's eyes as he kissed her long hair. Was this the so-called destiny? Even if he kept it a secret, Hazel could still sense it. With that, Regan snapped his fingers, and Vlad, who was keeping guard at the door and wasn't allowed in the room without permission, rushed in and rubbed its head against Hazel's legs and acted cutely. This was the rapport between Regan and Vlad. Usually, it was his loyal lackey, but its primary task was to make Hazel happy. Sure enough, she saw Vlad lay on his back, begging for a belly rub. This tickled Hazel, and she laughed delightfully. She wished she could hug V