Chapter 7

Somehow, the news of my two failed blind dates reached Aiden's ears.

Someone mentioned it when they were drinking: "Last time I went out for dinner, I saw Haze with her boyfriend."

"What boyfriend? They just had two meals together, it's already over."

"That's right, Haze's heart and mind are all filled with Aiden, how could she really date someone else?"

Aiden casually took a sip of his drink, his voice indifferent: "She's just stubborn, you guys aren't meeting her for the first time."

"But come to think of it, Aiden, Haze hasn't contacted you for a month or two, that's a bit unusual."

"Isn't she always like this? When I'm dating someone else, she becomes as quiet as if she's dead."

Aiden put down his glass, but inexplicably felt a bit irritated.

He had been single for seven or eight days, but there was still no news from Hazel.

Last night at 3 AM, he posted on Instagram saying he was in a bad mood and wanted to drink.

Hazel didn't comment or contact him.

"It's no fun with just us guys drinking, why don't we call Haze over?"

"Why call her? She can't even drink."

Aiden said, but then changed his tone.

"It's fine to call her. I also want to ask her what kind of taste she has, dating such losers."

His friend laughed and dialed the number.

But after two calls, both were hung up.

"At this hour, could she be on a date with a man?"

Aiden's expression remained unchanged, but the smile at the corner of his lips faded.

He picked up his phone with a cold face and directly dialed a string of numbers.

It was only when the call connected that he suddenly realized.

At some point, he had memorized Hazel's phone number by heart.

The phone rang for a long time with no answer.

Just as he was about to hang up in frustration, the other end suddenly picked up.

"Hello, who is this?"

A soft female voice answered, but it was hoarse and slightly breathless.

It was hard not to think too much.

Aiden's face suddenly changed: "Hazel, what are you doing?"