It was late at night, and the weather shifted around them. Dark clouds were gathering in the skies, and soon enough, thunder blasted across the city.

In her room, small night lights emitted a dim light. However, Hazel couldn't help but shift and turn under the covers of her bed.

Ever since she was a kid, she had suffered from claustrophobia. Hazel made sure to have night lights plugged around her room to help ease her anxiety.

Even then, she still couldn't fall asleep as her mind drifted towards Hanson.

Although he was going to get married, she still liked him. This love had lasted for more than five years, and she still couldn't find it in herself to get over him.

If the girl he intended to marry wasn't the one she hated, then maybe she would have already moved on and have given all her heartfelt wishes. Seeing as he had chosen Sunny, it pissed her off to no end.

Hazel groaned, wanting nothing more but to claw her face.

A fierce wind came, rustling the leaves in the backyard. Lightning fell from the skies, crackling around them. The rain fell harder as thunders rumbled, as if ready to consume the world.

She jumped off the bed, closed the windows, and drew up the curtain. As she walked back to the bed, thunder sounded before her and the night lamp she had up suddenly turned off.

Suddenly, her entire room was void of light.

Everything around her turned deathly still.

Hazel's nerves tightened as she fumbled around her bed for her phone, but she couldn't find it. "Shit," she murmured.

The more she thought about this, the more fearful she became. Her mind was in a daze as darkness wrapped around her, threatening to eat her alive. She wanted to get out of here, but the door was blocked by all the furniture she dragged across the room. Her legs trembled as she tried to push the sofa away. Her breathing was already turning unstable as she slammed her fists against the cushions.

"Let me out, don't lock me, let me out..." The terrible childhood memory flashed before her eyes, and she found that she couldn't breathe anymore. Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she fell to the ground, trembli

ng violently.

"Zac!" she shrieked out. "Help me–please!"

Hearing the sound from the next room, he jumped out of the bed like a koi fish jumping out of water and rushed out of his room.

"What's wrong?" he called urgently.

"Let me out! Help me..." Her voice was growing weaker. He could hear her banging against something, but before he could yell out, she quieted down.

His mind rushed with different thoughts. 'Did she have a heart attack?' he thought as he urgently grabbed at the handle.

"Hold on," he said firmly.

However, when he tried to open the door, he failed. Zac guessed that she must've have gotten something to block the door.

'Fuck!' Without another thought, he kicked the door open. Although it worked, he could see heavy objects blocking his entry.

Zac swore. 'How insecure could this woman be?'

"How are you doing, Hazel?" he yelled out, but there wasn't any response.

A lump built up in her throat, preventing her from saying anything.

Shit! Zac had always been fearless. Whether he was faced with a gun or a knife, he knew how to keep his cool, but there was something about this situation that sent fear down his nerves.

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"Hold on! You are not allowed to die," he ordered. If she wanted to die, then she might as well wait until they got divorced. There was no way in hell was he becoming a widower.

He gritted his teeth as he rushed out of the room. Seeing that there were so many things blocking his entry, it was best that he climb up the firefighting pipe outside.

Violent winds blew heavily outside as heavy rain poured down the road. Lightning flashed in the skies, as he narrowed his eyes and surveyed his surroundings, finding a place where he could climb up. A thick sycamore tree had been uprooted by the strong wind, crashing onto the road.

Although he was soaked, he didn't give a damn about it. All he cared for was Hazel's safety.

He had been trained by the special force before, so it was a piece of cake for him to climb up to the second floor using his bare hands. However, the rain had made everything more slippery for him to hang on. If he wasn't careful, he might fall.

However, the thought of him delaying it any further came into his mind. Without another thought, he reached out for the handle, climbing up to the second floor. Zac gritted his teeth as he hoisted himself up one step at a time. Thunder crackled in a distance, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to save Hazel.

Once he arrived, he kicked the glass window and swung himself into the room. Under the light of his cellphone, he could see her lying on the ground. Her whole body was convulsing and her lips were colorless. She looked as if she had just joined the cast of zombies.

Zac lifted her up and placed her on the bed. He began to perform artificial respiration.

Hazel was finally conscious. Seeing the dim light across the room, her fear had been relieved. As he continued to blow air into her system, the muscle in her throat slowly unwound, allowing her to breathe more easily.

"Did you have a heart attack? Where's your medicine?" Zac asked anxiously, glancing around.

"No. I suffered from claustrophobia, that's all," she answered weakly.

His shoulders sagged in relief at the thought of her not suffering from a heart attack.

Claustrophobia came and went quickly. As soon as she finished up a glass of water, she felt much better.

"Do you know what you did was dangerous?" she admonished. Hazel didn't expect that he would risk his own life to save her. She was grateful to him. A small smile inched into her lips.

"How can I come in then?" Zac motioned to the furniture surrounding the door.

"About that...I'm sorry?" Her cheeks flushed as she avoided his startling gaze. "You're all wet. Why don't you change them? You might catch a cold if you're wearing them for too long." She wanted to help him unbutton his shirt, but the moment her hand grazed upon his collarbone, she retracted from her hold.

"Even if you take the initiative, I'm not interested in you. I hope you keep that in mind," he said viciously.

The grateful feeling she had for him had vanished in thin air.

Although she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, she certainly wasn't as bad as he said she was. She had a rather full bust for a height of 169cm, and she was incredibly well-shaped.

"Well, you're not my type either," she snapped, rolling her eyes.

"Who's your type then? Hanson?" He scowled.

"You got that right." Hazel nodded firmly.

Anger filled Zac's heart. He mercilessly took off his drenched clothing and threw them onto the sofa, glaring at her.

The hazy light highlighted his well-defined muscles.

Even Hazel couldn't help but let her eyes wander around for a bit.

Drops of water fell from his dark hair onto his chest, trailing across his creamy skin and outlining his abs. She blushed. Zac smirked as he shifted his gaze towards her.

"Liking the view?" he said coldly.

Hazel almost nodded subconsciously. As a fashion designer, she had always been accustomed to seeing great-looking models. However, this was the first time she had seen such a perfect figure.

A part of her wanted to sketch him.

"Who do you think is better now?" asked Zac.

"If you're talking about looks, you're better than him," she said honestly.

A small smile tugged his lips.

"But personality-wise, Hanson's better," she continued.

Hanson was gentle and elegant. He was a sweet summery scent along the spring breeze. There was something about him that made her feel as if she was breathing in fresh air. Zac, however, was wrapped around in his own enigma. He was far too cold and deep that she sometimes couldn't stand him. He was the type of person who one could admire from afar but could never get close to.

"Are you blind?" he snapped.

"Well, I am near-sighted if that's what you're asking," she said slowly, nodding.

"No wonder. Maybe I should take you to an eye clinic." He flicked her on the forehead. She scowled. "There's absolutely no need for that." "Your eyesight must've gotten worse,"

he murmured. Zac thought that Hanson was incomparable to him. He couldn't understand why Hazel liked him more.

Hazel made a face and stuck out her tongue at him. She thought that he was extremely arrogant.

Outside the window, the storm was raging behind them.

Zac pushed the furniture back to their original positions, but before he could leave, Hazel grabbed his arm. "Please don't leave me alone," she whispered, showing her more vulnerable side.

When he saw her imploring gaze, he couldn't help but feel happy. His heart twitched. "I'm getting sleepy anyway," he murmured. Zac yawned.