Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

As her eyes fell on the test results, Hazel's pupils suddenly shrunk!

How could it be possible?!

Katherine lied to her.

The results showed that Stacy and Joshua had a 99.99% chance of being mother-child. That was to say, Stacy was really Joshua's mother!

In fact, Hazel knew it when she saw Stacy's reaction after seeing Joshua yesterday. But why did Katherine lie to her?

Hazel frowned.

After much thought, she still felt that Katherine had no reason to lie to her. If she wanted to deceive her, she wouldn't have told her these things in the first place.

But Katherine finally lied to her, so there must be something happening yesterday that made her change her mind.

Could it be… that the Sloane family did not want to reunite with Joshua?

Hazel's fingertips trembled. When she thought of Grandpa Sloane's attitude after seeing Joshua yesterday, she became sure of it.

Could it be… that Joshua's absent father did something to Stacy that year that made the Sloane family unwilling to reunite with Joshua?

Hazel's eyes darkened. Even if her speculation was right, Joshua was innocent, and they shouldn't transfer their anger on him. If the Sloane family didn't want to reunite with Joshua for that reason, the Sloane family was not worthy of his recognizing them as family members.

If that was the case, she wouldn't allow Joshua to be wounded.

It was just that she came to the hospital and pretended to be Katherine to get the report this time. Very likely, Katherine would know that soon.

When the car arrived at Denmark Group, Hazel was hesitant as she looked at the report and eventually left it in the car.

But before she could get off, she heard an urgent ringing of the phone.

It was from Sharon. Hazel was somewhat surprised.

"Miss Crowe, something is wrong!" Sharon said helplessly, "Your suitor Hanson Bryant sent more than a thousand roses to the office today…"

"Hanson Bryant? Who is it?" Hazel asked blankly. Why didn't she remember this figure?

"He said his dad is Director Bryant of Denmark Group, and he's also your suitor," Sharon explained.

Hazel thought of something. Hanson was the man who had cursed her in front of her when he failed to recognize her in the elevator.

"When he comes again, you just need to throw the flowers away and throw him out." Hazel frowned. Sharon had always been steady in Joshua-Hazel Pictures. How could she suddenly call her because of this trifle?

"If this had been the case, I wouldn't have called you…." Sharon was a little helpless and continued, "Besides him, another man was wearing a mask. Then Hanson challenged him by saying that you were his woman, and the masked man took him away…."

"... Is that a silver mask with a picture of flowers on it?" Hazel asked, speechless.

"... Yes, you know him?" Sharon was relieved. "The man looked terrible. I think he takes Hanson Bryant away to give him a hard time."

It turned out to be really Simon...

Hazel's temples began to pound. What was all this about? While she was absent, Hanson actually clashed with Simon, and Simon had taken Hanson away?

Given Simon's personality, how could he just give Hanson a hard time? Hazel even wondered if Hanson would be able to survive.

She hated Hanson, too, but Director Bryant was a director of Denmark Group and should not lose his son for such a trifle.

Hanson must be saved, but the people saving him couldn't be her. She did not want to face Simon, nor did she want Hanson to misunderstand that she had feelings for him.

After thinking for a while, Hazel took the exclusive elevator to the President's office.

Joshua was in his office. When he saw Hazel, who looked worried, he was surprised.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. It was because he knew her so well that he could see at a glance that she came to him for something urgent.

"Yes." Helplessly, Hazel simply told him what had happened.

"Honey, you know Hanson Bryant?" Joshua cocked his eyebrows slightly, placed his large palms on her waist, and wrapped her in his arms. He asked with a half-smile, "When did you get to know him? Why didn't you tell me, eh?"

Staring at him, Hazel was angry and amused. Was it time for him to get jealous? His jealousy actually spilled over again.

"I didn't tell you because I forgot him. I don't care about him at all." She smiled and gently circled his chest with her fingers.

"You don't care, but you're worried about his safety?" he said with a vague smile.

"I'm not worried about him. I was afraid that if anything happened to him, Director Bryant would be sad." Then she continued, "I think Director Bryant is quite a nice person, but it's a pity that he has such a playboy son..."

"Is that really all?" His eyes were a little deeper.

Hazel felt his jealousy smell almost rushed out of the President's office. She smiled and kissed him of her own accord. "Honey, your jealousy is unreasonable. Such a playboy like Hanson Bryant can't be as awesome as you at all. I am not blind. How could I take a fancy to him?"

Joshua was clearly very pleased with her answer. Hazel was relieved to see his expression.

But the next moment, he gently kissed her ear and whispered in her ear, "There's nothing of a Hanson that I should care about, but what about Simon?"

She was angry and amused. It fell out that he was jealous of Simon.

"Do you think that I should go straight to Simon instead of coming to you?" She blinked.

"Don't you dare!" His face went cold in an instant.

"Don't you understand my answer?" she said, with a hint of resentment on her face, "If I really cared about Simon, I would have asked him for Hanson. Why would I come to you?"

A smile curved his lips. The next moment he held her head and kissed her so hard that he didn't let her go until she was out of breath.

"Honey, leave it to me, and I'll bring him back," he whispered.

"Mmm." She nodded.

"You sit down, and I'll deal with some things," he said in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." She smiled, pecked him on the lip, and jumped out of his arms.

After he left the office, she sat in his chair, casually flipping through the papers on the desk.