"Serena, I’m taking Aunt Jacqueline with , I’ll be waiting for you in the City of Aethelgard."
With that, Seth Sullivan turned and left.
He would wait for her in Aethelgard?
He was from one of the four major families in Bayside, and he was waiting for her in Aethelgard?
Aethelgard again.
It seed many people were waiting for her in Aethelgard, as if sothing there was always calling to her.
Serena Sterling had felt this from the beginning, and now Seth’s call made this feeling even stronger.
Serena turned, watching Seth depart. The rain poured down noisily, his figure in black attire looked particularly dashing and cold, the raindrops slipped off the umbrella, not touching him at all, adding a touch of mystery.
Who exactly was this Seth Sullivan?
Was he completely obeying her mother’s wishes?
Serena knew her mom really liked Seth; back then, her mom always held Serena’s hand while holding Seth’s with the other. During those years, Seth was personally brought up by her mom.
She seed to have overlooked sothing.
As Serena was deep in thought, she didn’t notice a long luxury car quietly parked in front of the cetery. Hayden Crawford had arrived.
Hayden sat in the backseat, having been discharged from the hospital. Today, he wore a white shirt with a tie, a business vest over it, and a black coat over all, just having stepped down from a company executive eting, exuding an air of maturity and elegance.
Now, his deep and narrow eyes through the floor-to-ceiling window landed on the girl, seeing her gaze fixed on Seth’s back, he furrowed his handso sword-like eyebrows, a layer of dark frost ford in the center.
Ivan Yarrow, in the driver’s seat, had already sensed the chilling aura from the man. Recently, the president showed little emotion, but too much expressionless detachnt, making the entire company oppressive and silent.
Just then, another tall and handso figure appeared outside, Zane Crawford ca with a black umbrella.
Ivan felt a tingling at his scalp as he glanced at the man in the backseat via the rearview mirror, "President, your ex-wife is really popular, just after the divorce, admirers can’t hold back anymore, eh."
Hayden had arrived early, watching her all along, knowing she was very upset, but he couldn’t get close to her, couldn’t comfort her.
Later, he saw Seth arrive, and now Zane also ca...
Hayden raised his head, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s scanning Ivan’s face.
Ivan’s "eh" got stuck in his throat, unable to co out, feeling a chill around his neck, the president’s jealous gaze was truly terrifying.
"Let’s go back." At this mont, Hayden parted his thin lips to speak, unable to stay here any longer, afraid of losing control.
"Yes, President."
The extended luxury car sped away.
...
In front of the tombstone, Zane placed the flowers he held at the tombstone, then looked at Serena, "Serena, what are your plans next, I’m leaving for Aethelgard in two days."
"You’re leaving?"
"Hmm, I only had a year, now ti’s up, I can’t stay away too long, and my mom keeps asking to return, Serena, co with ."
Hayden had once said that his one year was to search for her in Bayside, but Serena lowered her long lashes, unable to respond, "I’ll sort things out here and head to Aethelgard soon."
"Really?" A faint joy spilled from Zane’s cool black eyes.
"However, I’ll go alone, so Academician Crawford, safe travels."
Zane curled his lips, his smile faint and gentle, "Alright, Serena, see you in Aethelgard."
...
Orchid Court.
Hayden returned to the bedroom, tossed his black coat onto the sofa, then sank his tall fra onto the soft bed, closing his eyes in exhaustion. He raised his well-defined fingers to loosen the tie around his neck, the movent languid yet decadent, emanating a wild masculine allure.
He rested his head on the white pillow, which was hers, still carrying her subtle sweet scent.
He felt it had been a long ti since he saw her, with images of her in black standing in the rain, looking so frail. She’d lost a lot of weight recently.
His long fingers stroked the bedsheet, suddenly touching a smooth surface; she hadn’t taken anything with her, including this champagne-colored silk nightgown.
The nightgown was as smooth as her skin, even softer. With his eyes closed, Hayden pinched the silk fabric, his adam’s apple moved up and down.
He was filled with thoughts of that night, she wore this champagne silk slip dress, hugging him, boldly straddling his strong waist...
It felt unreal, like a dream.
Just then, Hayden felt a small hand reaching out, gently caressing his business vest then sliding down to his waist belt.
Hayden abruptly opened his eyes, grabbing that small hand, it wasn’t a dream, soone was actually in his room.
Beside the bed stood a young girl, appearing around twenty, fitting his preference for purity, her dark eyes resembling Serena’s. Being caught, she was greatly flustered, "Young... young master, I..."
Hayden flung her aside, swiftly getting up, his thin lips pressed into a grim white arc as he sternly asked, "Don’t you know the rules, who let you in?"
An audacious maid dared to climb onto the master’s bed, such a thing never occurred in Orchid Court!
The maid’s face turned pale, "Young master, I..."
Just then, the bedroom door opened, Mrs. Crawford walked in, "Hayden, don’t make it hard for her, I let her in."
Hayden’s expression was unsightly, his handso brow furrowed into a ’川’ character, just thinking about the maid’s hand on his clothes made him want to rush into the shower and scrub thoroughly.
Disgusting!
"Grandmother!"
Mrs. Crawford glanced at the frightened maid, "You may go now."
"Yes." The maid fled in panic.
The bedroom door closed, Mrs. Crawford quickly looked at Hayden’s dark expression, pitifully said, "Hayden, grandma had no choice, even though you’re discharged, you say nothing about your condition, I could only have soone test you. That maid was chosen to resemble Serena, should not be too unpleasant, grandma knows you still think of Serena."
Speaking, Mrs. Crawford’s gaze fell on the bed, where the champagne silk slip dress lay.
Hayden felt sowhat embarrassed, his thoughts couldn’t be hidden from the old lady, he hurriedly pulled over the quilt to cover the slip dress, displeased, "Grandma, not again."
"Alright, alright," Mrs. Crawford patted her chest, relieved to have escaped a crisis, but she blinked and leaned in, softly asked, "Hayden, at least tell grandma, can you still... perform properly?"
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