At this mont, the personal secretary hurried over, "It’s not good, President, Mr. Crawford is in trouble!"
What?
Justin Xavier’s expression changed.
...
Serena Sterling’s dance also ended, and next it was Seraphina Linden’s turn.
Serena stepped down from the stage, intending to look for Leah Thorne, but Cherie ca over, "Lady, where is Princess Willow?"
Little Willow Crawford?
Serena quickly entered little Willow Crawford’s room and looked around the large room. Little Willow was just sleeping here earlier, how did she suddenly disappear?
Serena’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran out, "Little Willow! Little Willow, where are you? Please answer mommy, mommy is so worried looking for you!"
At that mont, a tender childish voice sounded ahead, "Mommy~ Mommy~ I’m here~"
It was little Willow.
Serena ran over and saw little Willow standing on the balcony on the second floor, playing. In front of the balcony was a circle of carved railings.
"Little Willow, you can’t play on the balcony, it’s very dangerous. Co to mommy now, let mommy hold you~" Serena opened her slender arms.
"Mommy, I’m coming, catch ~"
Little Willow opened her little arms and ran towards mommy, but she didn’t know she stepped on sothing, "Ah", little Willow yelped, the little bundle falling and hitting the carved railing.
At this mont, there was a "creak", and the carved railing actually split open.
Little Willow fell over the balcony from the second floor.
Oh my God!
"Princess Willow!" Cherie scread.
This happened too suddenly, Serena’s pupils shrank. This was at least three or four ters high, and the consequences of little Willow falling from the second floor were unimaginable.
"Willow!"
Serena darted over; in the urgency, she grabbed little Willow’s small hand, and the two of them fell together.
The falling speed was very fast. Serena imdiately held little Willow tightly in her arms, "Willow, don’t be afraid, mommy will protect you. Make sure to hold mommy tightly!"
These three children were her life. As a mommy, she couldn’t allow little Willow to get hurt in front of her.
Luckily, she grabbed little Willow, luckily!
Little Willow sensed the danger, obediently burying her little head tightly in mommy’s chest.
Serena tightly embraced little Willow and closed her eyes, waiting for the pain from hitting the ground.
Falling three or four ters wouldn’t kill her, but if not careful, she could get seriously hurt.
She awaited the intimate contact with the ground.
But the anticipated pain did not arrive. Just as she was about to hit the ground, a large hand suddenly stretched out and caught her and little Willow.
The impact from falling was too great, and they all fell to the ground.
This was the back garden’s lawn, the light was dim. Serena felt she and little Willow had fallen into soone’s arms, the person cushioning them like a human pillow, protecting them steadily.
Serena didn’t feel pain, and little Willow in her arms was also unhard, with her big, bright eyes open watching.
Her long lashes fluttered. Serena lowered her gaze to look at the big hand on her soft waist, still in that person’s embrace.
The world suddenly went silent.
Silent enough for her to clearly hear the heartbeat of the person behind her, strong and reassuring.
But he was breathing slightly, perhaps in pain sowhere.
"Are you... hurt, let see."
Serena’s heart tightened; she imdiately wanted to get up holding little Willow.
But the arm around her waist tightened, keeping her cuddled in his arms, preventing her from getting up.
Not letting her look back.
Serena’s eyes turned red. She could be certain now, the one on the bus wasn’t a dream, it was him.
He had returned once.
She slled his scent, the clean masculine scent tinged with faint disinfectant. He seed to have been seriously injured.
Serena reached out her slender white hand, holding the big hand on her slender waist, gently caressing it, "Is it you? Is it... you?"
Hayden Crawford was dressed in black, without a baseball cap. How could he miss her dance on stage, so he had been watching her from the shadows.
Lately, hearing her frantically calling "little Willow", he rushed over.
Hayden Crawford’s handso, delicately chiseled face showed a pale, sickly weakness. The dim light bathed him entirely in darkness, and now both mother and daughter were in his embrace. Serena spoke, but he did not answer.
Serena’s bright almond eyes quickly filled with tears, even her voice trembled, "What happened to you, you won’t let see, or speak, I’m so afraid..."
"No matter what kind of setbacks we face, I am not afraid. We can definitely face them together hand in hand, but when you’re not by my side, it makes scared. I don’t know how your health is, and I’m more afraid..."
"We’ve been apart for so long, I miss you, I really really miss you, Hayden..."
Tears stread down unchecked, instantly moistening Serena’s eyes.
Hayden’s ears were filled with the sounds of her sad sobbing. He closed his handso eyes, reaching to hold her soft little hand in his palm.
Hayden leaned over, burying his handso face in her hair, nestling in the tender crook of her neck, kissing her soft skin with his dry lips, "Don’t cry."
He only said two words, don’t cry.
His once deep, magnetic voice had beco incredibly hoarse.
Serena’s eyes brimd with more and more tears, the sadness and sorrow within her heart magnified infinitely by his "don’t cry". He didn’t know how much she had missed him during this ti.
Sotis she pessimistically wondered if he wasn’t coming back?
Whether she would ever wait for his return?
Thankfully, he returned.
Serena didn’t turn back, unable to see Hayden behind her, but little Willow could.
Actually, on the bus, she had seen daddy already, but daddy said shh, don’t tell mommy, we want to give mommy a surprise.
--One daily story from Wesley’s notebook--
Isabelle Willow’s 15th birthday, Jude Crawford ca.
Jude Crawford handed over a beautifully packaged gift bag, "Happy Birthday."
Wow~
Everyone cheered.
Isabelle blushed as she accepted the gift bag and blew out the candles.
Then his deep, llow voice sounded by her ear, "What wish did you make?"
Isabelle turned her head, his handso unmatched face filling her vision magnified.
Isabelle shyly covered her mouth and laughed, leaning her little face to his ear, whispering, "Jude, I want to... give you a son."
Saying this, she used her slender white finger to scoop a bit of cake, feeding it to his mouth, asking shyly, "Is it sweet?"
Jude Crawford looked at her, "Hmm, very sweet!"
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