Serena’s small hand was held in Hayden Crawford’s palm, her face was flushed, and she looked shy and bashful.
The receptionist was stunned for a mont. She had been in the business for so many years and had seen all sorts of n and won, "Sir, who is this young lady to you? I say this only because you are exceptionally handso - we can’t do anything illegal here."
Hayden Crawford frowned slightly, "What do you an?"
"Do I need to spell it out? There are many perverted old n these days who love preying on young girls."
"..." Hayden Crawford’s handso face turned dark. This was the first ti in his life he had been mistaken for a perverted old man!
At this point, the receptionist looked at Serena, her eyes filled with encouragent. "Young lady, if you’re being forced, just blink your eyes."
Serena’s long eyelashes trembled, and at that mont, she felt a pain in her hand because Hayden squeezed it hard.
"Serena, tell her, who am I to you!"
Serena saw that he was a bit upset. This man was always dominant in such matters, and tonight was no exception.
"Miss, you misunderstood, he’s my...husband," Serena said.
Hearing her shy and soft call him "husband," Hayden Crawford’s expression quickly improved, and he lovingly squeezed her soft little hand a couple of tis.
The receptionist’s mouth dropped open in shock. She realized she had made a mistake and promptly opened a room for them.
...
At the hotel room door, Hayden Crawford opened the door, looked at the petite woman beside him, and said in a low voice, "Go inside."
Though Serena had given birth to triplets, her heart was still as shy as a young girl. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and she could feel Hayden Crawford’s burgeoning passion. Her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.
They had been together before, but they had never stayed in a hotel room.
This seed like the first ti.
Serena walked in.
Soon, there was a "click" sound as the door behind her was kicked shut by the man, and in the next instant, two muscular arms reached over from behind to eagerly embrace her.
"Mr. Crawford, wait a minute, you should go take a shower first," Serena struggled.
Hayden Crawford’s thin lips landed forcefully on her face and moved to her snow-white neck, "I’ll shower later."
"No, you have to shower first," Serena insisted.
The "impatient" Hayden, with one arm around her slender waist, took a few steps forward, half-pushing and half-hugging her onto the room’s soft bed, then his sharp fingers moved to unbutton his shirt one by one, leaning down over her, "Serena, don’t you really want ?"
This "want" was no longer a normal longing, but carried a hint of lust.
Serena placed her small hands against his firm shoulders, her eyes brimming with watery innocence as she looked at him, "I don’t want to."
Hayden Crawford gave her lip a punishnt nibble, and with a husky laugh said, "They say a woman’s body is the most honest. Let see if you’re a little liar."
He reached to tug at her dress.
Why was he so rough?
"Mr. Crawford, be gentle, don’t tear my clothes," Serena whimpered with a hint of feigned resistance.
Hayden Crawford was already afla from her actions; they hadn’t been together for a long ti, and he missed her terribly.
At that mont, Serena felt a warm flow, and she was stunned, realizing sothing was wrong.
She quickly placed her hand over his large palm, urgently stopping him, "Mr. Crawford, stop quickly, my period is here."
Hayden Crawford looked at her, "What’s here?"
"It’s that ti of the month...," Serena whispered shyly.
Hayden Crawford paused, his narrow eyes scorching as they fixed on her, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, really," Serena nodded earnestly; she was a good girl and wouldn’t lie.
"..." Hayden Crawford quickly pressed his lips together, and after a few seconds, he rolled off her, collapsing beside her on the bed.
He stared at the ceiling light and then raised a hand to cover his eyes, flushed with desire, "Serena, are you doing this on purpose, to tornt ?"
Serena also felt that this wasn’t the right ti for her cycle to co. The man’s face beside her was full of disappointnt and displeasure.
Serena turned to him, like a little kitten, climbing onto his solid chest, "Mr. Crawford, my period is here, and you don’t even care about ."
Hayden Crawford felt a bit wronged, "Sorry, I couldn’t control it."
"..."
Hayden Crawford moved and got up, "I’ll call soone to buy you sanitary pads?"
"Okay." Serena lay on the soft bed with her small hands holding her tummy.
Hayden Crawford took out his phone from his pocket, dialing a number, then gently rubbed his broad palm over her flat little stomach, "Does it hurt?"
Serena frowned slightly, showing a bit of coquettishness, "No, it doesn’t hurt."
Hayden Crawford raised an eyebrow, "Then we can have so fun later."
Serena picked up a pillow and smacked it onto the man’s handso and annoying face, "Go take a bath, I don’t want to see you right now!"
Hayden bent down to kiss the top of her head, and as she grumbled and pushed at him, he smiled and headed into the bathroom.
...
Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and a waft of cool air ca out, mixed with the fresh scent of soap. Hayden Crawford walked out wearing a white bathrobe, his bathrobe belt loosely tied, revealing his muscular chest underneath, tan and toned. His short hair was damp on his forehead, giving him an exceptionally youthful and aristocratic appearance compared to usual.
Just then, the "ding-dong" sound of the doorbell rang, and Hayden Crawford walked over to open the door. Outside stood Corvus, who handed him a bag.
Closing the door, Hayden took out the pink sanitary pads from the bag, examining them with his distinct, stylish fingers.
"Mr. Crawford, what’s this odd hobby of yours, liking girls’ sanitary pads?"
Hayden turned around, his voice low and rich, "This thing is ant to protect you in my place, so of course I need to get to know it."
Protect her?
To hell with protection!
"Mr. Crawford, why are you so adept at making inappropriate jokes? I want to report you and have the police arrest you."
Hayden sat on the edge of the bed, propping himself up with one arm, his sturdy physique looming over her, while his other hand gently massaged her flat lower abdon, "What cri would they arrest for, solicitation? Don’t joke around, if I’m a client, what are you?"
"..."
Serena was at a loss for words. She extended her soft white hand to tuck her black hair behind her ears, her two alabaster arms propped on the bed as she raised her head, lips red and teeth white, angrily glaring at him.
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