Chapter 1250

Hazel lay in bed, surrounded by the deep red of the wedding suite. She was in the same spot as before, yet she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She blamed the problem on her position and rolled over to Shawn's usual side of the bed—but the result was the same. Just then, the shower turned off. Hazel's heart stopped. A few seconds later, the water turned back on, and her heart felt like it was riding a roller coaster. Hazel thought she needed to talk to someone. So, she instinctively opened her top-pinned contact. She immediately texted, "Grace! Are you awake?" ... At the Jefferson residence, Grace was having a much worse night. She sat at the edge of the bed, hands pressed against Oliver's chest, pleading. "Darling, I already explained this to you—I just wanted to have some fun with the bouquet toss! I never even got the chance to catch it! "I swear I wasn't pretending to be single. And come on, you're famous, and everyone knows who your wife is. Cliff is way too cut