Serena didn’t know why he suddenly brought up this topic, but she wasn’t stupid. Today, Zane revealed the veil on her face, surely it ans he likes her.
Her slender white fingers curled up, Serena shook her head, "I don’t know..."
Hayden interrupted her, "Then let tell you now, Zane likes you. Two years ago, in the City of Aethelgard, he fell in love with you at first sight. He chased you all the way to Bayside for a whole year trying to find you, so now you know."
Serena turned to look at him, "Why are you telling this? I don’t like him!"
Hayden looked ahead, driving the Rolls-Royce Phantom steadily in his grasp. He didn’t say anything more; he was uncharacteristically silent tonight.
...
The two returned to Orchid Court and entered the bedroom. Hayden spoke in a low voice, "Go take a shower first."
"Mr. Crawford, I..."
Hayden glanced at her, "Talk to after you shower."
His attitude was as strong and domineering as always.
Serena took her pajamas and went into the bathroom, quickly showering before coming out.
Tall and long-legged, Hayden stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in a handmade black shirt and trousers. Handso and mature, he clenched a cigarette between two slender fingers, smoke veiling his face, showing only the sharp line of his jaw and his furrowed brow.
Serena walked over and hugged him tightly from behind, "Mr. Crawford, nothing happened between Zane and . I can explain..."
"Are you tired?" Hayden suddenly interrupted her.
"What?"
Without turning, Hayden took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. "I ask you, is it tiring to be with ? Every day thinking of ways to appease , not knowing if you’ll hit a nerve the next second, if I’ll get angry again, trying to fix , make better. Aren’t you tired of explaining all the ti?"
Serena shook her head, "I’m not tired at all..."
"Oh, you’re not tired of explaining, but I’m tired of hearing it. Serena, let’s get a divorce."
Serena, let’s get a divorce!
The words exploded in Serena’s ears. She loosened her grip, her entire body went rigid.
Hayden turned around, his deep narrow eyes fell on her pale face, "This ti I’m not joking. Let’s get a divorce. I’ll have a lawyer draft the divorce papers; you won’t be shortchanged regarding assets. Sign them quickly, and let’s end this marriage."
Serena stared at his handso face, taking a few seconds to realize he was serious, he really wanted to divorce her.
But...
"Why? Why do we have to divorce?"
She was utterly confused about why he wanted to divorce her.
Hayden curled his thin lips into a mocking arc, "Why are we divorcing is unclear to you? Since marrying you, catching adultery in different places has beco my daily routine. Don’t tell nothing happened between you and Zane, when I saw you two together, he even lifted your veil off. Do I have to catch you in the act on the bed to admit it? Today it’s Zane, who’s it going to be tomorrow..."
"Enough! Stop talking!" Serena’s small hands by her side clenched into fists, her red eyes glared at him, "I didn’t do it! Don’t slander . If you really don’t believe , I’ll let you check my body and see if my hyn is still intact!"
Hayden looked at her red eyes, knowing he hurt her, but he had to push her away with his own hands.
In the past, he always hoped and greedily thought that having her in his grip would bring happiness, but that’s not how it works. Happiness wasn’t ant for him.
"Mrs. Crawford, now you’re talking to about your hyn? There are many ways to please a man. How do I know if you haven’t pleased Zane like you pleased ? Besides, modern dicine is advanced. How do I know if you haven’t restored your hyn? For soone like you who studies dicine, fixing a hyn should be easy, right..."
Before he finished speaking, Serena raised her hand and slapped him hard.
With a loud smack, Hayden’s handso face was slapped to one side.
All his heartless words were interrupted, and the room plunged into a deathly silence.
The cigarette between his fingers had been left too long without drawing, now the glowing fla scorched his fingertips, but he didn’t react, not feeling any pain.
At this mont, Serena raised her small hand and touched the handso face she slapped, "Did it hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t an to hit you..."
Hayden turned his face to look at her, and a layer of glistening mist already covered her bright eyes, but stubbornly she didn’t let her tears fall.
Serena wrapped her small hand around his strong waist, pressed her pale face and cold body against his chest, "Mr. Crawford, I’m so cold, hold , please?"
The cigarette fell from his fingertips, his large hands hung by his side. He could already feel her ice-cold body temperature like a block of ice, and her complexion wasn’t good. She’d only recently been poisoned again; her body was surely in pain, her soft voice begged him to hold her.
Hayden raised his hand but froze mid-air, not daring to give her any response or tenderness.
"Mr. Crawford, you’ve said enough today. Don’t say anything more. I’ll pretend you were joking about the divorce. I won’t take it seriously. How can I argue with soone who’s angry? My head is dizzy. Hold , please." Serena hugged him tightly.
But she didn’t receive a response; the man remained stiff while she embraced him, silent.
Serena looked up, gazed with her clear watery eyes at him, "I can swear, if I have been with any other man besides you, let be hit by a car when I leave tomorrow..."
Before "death" left her lips, Hayden abruptly pushed her away, directly out of his embrace.
Serena couldn’t stand properly, and fell onto the soft carpet.
The mont she hit the ground, everything went black, her vision faded, the world descended into darkness.
Was she blind?
The fear of blindness made her pupils contract sharply, making her freeze on the carpet, forgetting to react.
Hayden looked at her, the corners of his long eyes were densely veined with blood, his heart aching unbearably, claws tightening his heart. His hand clenched, released, heaving his chest repeatedly, summoning all his strength to restrain himself from picking her up.
His thin lips moved, hearing his own cruel, heartless, hoarse voice, "I’ve said long ago, I don’t lack Mrs. Crawford. Save so face and dignity for yourself, stop bothering , sign the divorce papers as soon as possible."
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