Hayden Crawford looked up and turned his gaze to Serena Sterling, who was standing beside lody Ashworth.
Serena Sterling knew exactly what lody Ashworth was up to when she pulled her forward; lody was deliberately making her a third wheel, probably to make Hayden Crawford dislike her.
After all, nobody likes a third wheel.
Serena looked at Hayden Crawford, and saw that his deep-set, narrow eyes glanced at her face, but didn’t linger and quickly looked away.
He didn’t show any emotional waves. A man like him had reached an age where emotions were not easily revealed; no one knew what he was thinking.
"Get in." At this mont, Hayden Crawford reached out and opened the passenger door.
The passenger seat was, of course, prepared for lody Ashworth.
lody Ashworth gave a sweet smile, and suddenly seed to rember Serena Sterling, "Cherie, I’ll sit in the front, and you sit in the back."
lody Ashworth got into the passenger seat, and Hayden Crawford returned to the driver’s seat. Serena Sterling stood there stiffly, her eyelashes trembled as she reached to open the back door and got in.
Actually, she didn’t want to be a third wheel. lody Ashworth just wanted her to feel jealous and envious, just to tornt her, but tonight she could see Caden, whom she hadn’t seen in a long ti and missed very much.
...
The Rolls Royce Phantom sped down the road. lody Ashworth, in the passenger seat, turned to look at Hayden Crawford driving, "Mr. Crawford, you must know a lot of wealthy CEOs, right?"
Hayden Crawford’s big hand rested on the steering wheel. The brilliant neon lights of the night refracted through the polished glass windows onto his handso face, ridiculously charming. He responded faintly, "Hmm?"
"Mr. Crawford, my maid Cherie has been with for a long ti. I treat her like a sister. Now that she’s of marriageable age, I want to help her find a good family to marry into. You are surrounded by rich people, help introduce so, okay?" lody Ashworth giggled sweetly.
Serena, who was the subject of "marriage," "..."
Hayden Crawford didn’t say anything, he turned the steering wheel, and the Rolls Royce Phantom smoothly rounded a corner.
"Mr. Crawford, actually, I think whether soone is rich doesn’t matter, but my maid wants to find a rich person. She knows her humble background and that those rich n may not fancy her. She even told that she wouldn’t mind being kept outside, as long as she’s well-fed and clothed... Oh dear, I’m starting to think my maid has a flawed outlook on life. As her mistress, I feel it’s my fault for not teaching her well." lody Ashworth frowned in self-reproach.
Serena in the back, "..." She could only give lody Ashworth a side-eye.
lody Ashworth grew up in the harem of The State of Westria and was well-versed in the cunning and maneuvering among won. Now she’s repeatedly implying to Hayden Crawford that Serena is a vain, status-seeking girl; who knows what Hayden Crawford thinks of her now.
Serena lifted her gaze to look at Hayden Crawford.
At this mont, Hayden Crawford also softly lifted his handso eyelids, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
For a mont, their eyes t.
Serena instantly felt drawn into his deep gaze. His look was calm, but he indeed glanced at her.
Serena’s heart rate suddenly accelerated. She was thinking about how to wake him up?
Before she figured it out, Hayden Crawford had already calmly looked away and responded casually to lody Ashworth, "I’ll keep an eye out."
Serena, "..."
That idiot, Hayden Crawford!
...
Hayden Crawford brought lody Ashworth and Serena Sterling to his villa. lody Ashworth took a look but didn’t see the elusive Caden Crawford, so she imdiately asked, "Mr. Crawford, where’s Caden? Why didn’t I see him?"
Hayden Crawford tossed the car keys onto the foyer counter, slightly curling his thin lips, "Caden Crawford is on his way back; you’ll see him in a bit."
"Really? I miss Caden so much." lody Ashworth pulled out her Oscar-worthy acting, "How about this, I’ll cook a couple of dishes for Caden myself."
Saying so, lody Ashworth walked into the kitchen.
lody Ashworth couldn’t really cook, but she washed a few lettuces. That’s when a big hand reached over and hugged her waist, the clean and crisp masculine scent enveloping her ear, "I’m going upstairs to take a shower. Co over later."
Without turning around, lody Ashworth knew it was Hayden Crawford holding her. Hayden Crawford was inviting her upstairs to his room.
Being mature adults, lody Ashworth blushed, "What are you doing?"
"I have an injury on my back. Co upstairs to change my dicine." After saying this, Hayden Crawford released her and turned to go upstairs.
Now, lody Ashworth had no thoughts of washing the vegetables; she only wanted to go upstairs with Hayden Crawford. But wait, she quickly thought of a brilliant plan.
lody Ashworth quickly found Serena Sterling in the living room, "Serena Sterling, get a dicine box and go upstairs to change Hayden Crawford’s dicine on his back."
Hayden Crawford had invited her upstairs. If Hayden Crawford found out it was Serena Sterling who went, he’d definitely fly into a rage.
This would prove that Serena Sterling was a vain scher trying to seduce her mistress’s man, and Hayden Crawford would for sure detest her.
Then, the real show would start.
Serena noticed the cunning in lody Ashworth’s eyes but didn’t move. She’d already guessed most of lody Ashworth’s sche.
"Serena Sterling, are you disobeying ? Don’t forget, Cherie is still in my hands. If you don’t obey, my mother won’t give Cherie any dicine tonight, leaving her in pain for the entire night, worse than death!" lody Ashworth threatened malevolently.
Serena gave lody Ashworth a look, then picked up the dical kit and went upstairs.
...
Upstairs, in the master bedroom.
Hayden Crawford had just finished a cold shower. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, exposing his muscular and broad chest. Below, he wore a pair of black ho pants, with a luxury black belt at his waist, presenting a breathtaking image of a handso man fresh from the shower.
Hearing the door open, Hayden Crawford put down the towel in his hand and sat by the bed. Without looking at the person by the door, he turned his back, "You’re here? Co over to change my dicine."
Serena stood by the door; she knew he still thought she was lody Ashworth.
Serena didn’t want to approach, but her bright eyes landed on his well-defined back. His back still held deep scars, remnants of him saving her.
Serena slowly walked forward and ca to his back.
He had just taken a shower; although he avoided the wounds, many water droplets still clung to his healthy, tan skin on his back.
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