Francisco, after taking a deep breath, loosened his hands and took deliberate steps toward Hazel. His tone, laced with allure, cut through the charged air as he confronted her, "How dare you talk about a resignation letter?"
Hazel, her exhalation heavy with the weight of the moment, found herself ensnared in Francisco's alluring gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Mr. Francisco, I... I am afraid of rumors. It will affect our image. I hope you can understand what I am trying to say."
Clutching the edge of her nightie, Hazel tried to articulate the concerns that fueled her defiance. Francisco's eyes remained locked on hers.
Hazel!
I remember that night, and I know it was you.
However, before Francisco could delve further into his thoughts, Hazel's pragmatic words cut through
