Chapter 867

Shawn stepped out of the car, confident that he had slipped away unnoticed. But as he quietly changed his shoes in the living room, he stopped at the sight of Hazel. She was there, fast asleep on the couch. Why was she sleeping here? Had she been waiting for him? After changing his shoes, Shawn went to the bathroom and washed the faint traces of blood from his hands. When he returned to the living room, his gaze softened as it fell on the beautiful lady asleep on the couch. Hazel looked as delicate as a porcelain doll. Just like the very first time he had seen her. Shawn sat on the edge of the coffee table, his eyes on her face. Memories of Hazel filled his mind—her sweetness, her mischief, the times she made him smile, and the moments she frustrated. Each memory felt like a playful sprite, tugging at his heartstrings. No matter how angry she made him, one soft, "Shawn" from her lips was all it took to melt his resolve. Shawn was unyielding with the world but couldn't br