The Sweetness of Love at the First Sight

Michael just sat there on the playground, not moving for the entire day.

The school's principal and teachers took turns bringing him food and drinks, but he just smiled to decline them while remained quietly seated.

As night fell, he still showed no intention of leaving.

When I got bored and ready to head home, I suddenly received a message from Michael: [Since you've waited this long, let's have dinner together.]

At a shabby restaurant next to the school, the usually aloof Michael seemed surprisingly at ease.

He deftly poured wine and picked out dishes for me. When I didn't move, he looked at me leisurely, set down his chopsticks and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Why did you come here? You canceled a big deal with the Fulton Corporation today," I asked, watching Michael with a keen eye.

He responded with a smile, taking a sip of his wine rather than offering an explanation.

Michael and Valerie's relationship was a business marriage. Despite Valerie's suspicions of his infidelity, she lacked concrete proof.

She had tearfully confided in me about her anguish, urging me to uncover the identity of his mysterious lover.

Since diving into this industry, I had ridden high on waves of success, hitting every mark without fail. But Michael... he's a mystery I couldn't crack.

He sipped wine after wine, his cheeks gradually flushing crimson.

"Ms. White, you remind me of someone I knew before," he said, his gaze piercing.

"And who would that be?" I asked.

He chuckled, handing me a glass of wine, urging me to take a sip.

Without a second thought, I gulped down the drink, my usual confidence in handling alcohol unwavering.

But the moment it coursed through me, my world turned fuzzy.

As Michael neared, the alarm bells in my mind rang relentelessly. I sensed something was off with the drink. Then, before I could grasp what was happening, consciousness slipped away.

In a daze, I heard someone whispering my name in my ear, "Haze, I love you."

As I woke up again, my head pounding, I found myself lying next to a man with his back exposed.

Michael!?

My mind raced and I quickly grabbed some clothes nearby, preparing to make a run for it.

At that moment, Michael stretched leisurely, rolled over and pinned me down.

"Mr. Shaw! What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" I demanded, teeth clenched in frustration.

He pinned down my arms and legs, teasingly remarking, "Hazel, you weren't so resistant last night."

Before I could react, his lips pressed against mine.

Caught off guard and wide-eyed, I was at a loss for words when Valerie swung open the door and entered.

The tension in the room was palpable in that instant.

Valerie's voice lowered sharply, "What on earth are you two doing?"

Michael showed no signs of stopping. I bit down hard on his lip and he chuckled softly before letting me go.

"What are we doing? Can't Mrs. Shaw figure it out?" He pulled the blanket over my shoulders. "After all, as Ms. White pointed out, I have a knack for taking my time."

He emphasized my earlier nonsensical remarks deliberately.

Valerie stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Then, all at once, she exploded. Grabbing a glass, she hurled it straight at my head.

"You filthy whore! You'll sneak into anyone's bed, huh?! I'll gut you out!"

My forehead throbbed with pain as I clutched it, almost fleeing in sheer shock.

Meanwhile, Michael remained silent, not saying another word.

When I got home, little Marshie darted over with eager meows, rubbing against my legs.

Marshie was a stray cat that Lucien and I adopted during college.

Three years ago, the day before our engagement celebration, I lost both Lucien and my parents in one heartbreaking blow.