The Most Beautiful Groom’s Note.
The wedding date for Hayden Crawford and Serena Sterling has been set, and the invitations have been sent out.
On this day, after showering, Hayden Crawford looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and suddenly noticed a white hair.
He’s only 34 years old, and he already has a white hair.
"Mr. Crawford, are you done with your shower?" At that mont, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Serena’s beautiful little face peeked in.
Looking at the blooming Serena, in her pri, like a flower in full bloom, Hayden felt a deep sense of crisis, the middle-aged man’s crisis.
"Almost done, Serena, you go out first." Hayden closed the door, then parted his hair and plucked the white hair, secretly disposing of it.
He still wasn’t reassured. He checked his hair in and out in the mirror, and only when he was sure there was no white hair did he feel at ease.
Serena found Hayden very mysterious today, not sure what he was up to. She went out and ca back and was shocked to find Hayden sitting at her dressing table... putting on a face mask!
The overbearing president Hayden actually applied a face mask!
"Mr... Mr. Crawford, you... what happened?" Serena was startled, so she asked timidly.
Hayden glanced back at her, "Serena, our wedding is near, and I want to be the most beautiful groom."
Serena, "..."
...
The Cute Kid’s Note.
Caden Crawford and little Willow both received their mommy and daddy’s wedding invitation, and of course, our little Pip received one too.
Little Pip officially changed his na, given by his master, to Gael Crawford.
Yes, Gael’s master is the wandering monk Master Zayne, who has accepted Gael as his closed-door disciple, the heir of the eighth generation.
Little Gael grew up in the temple with a group of young monks.
This day, little Gael received the wedding invitation and let out a heavy sigh.
"Junior Brother, what’s wrong?" A group of young monks asked with concern.
Little Gael, "Ah, when the sky wants to rain, the mother wants to remarry, and the old dad wants to take a young wife, so I have to go down the mountain."
Little Gael got up and walked away in big steps, still looking like a powder-carved little dumpling, his broad cassock loosely hanging off one shoulder, soft and cute.
The group of young monks sympathetically looked at little Gael, realizing... the junior brother Gael was born in a divorced family, and now the parents are marrying separately, it’s really pitiful, so pitiful, we must treat the junior brother better in the future!
Faraway Hayden Crawford and Serena, "..."
Opposite the monk temple is a nunnery. When little Gael was on his way down the mountain, he saw a group of young nuns coming up ahead, each one youthful and lively.
Little Gael directly stretched out his hand, picked a small wildflower by the roadside, and ran over happily, "Little Sisters, this flower is for you."
The young nuns cried out and ran away directly.
"Hey, Little Sisters..." Just as little Gael opened his mouth, two heavy coughs ca from behind, Master Zayne had arrived.
"Master." Little Gael imdiately called out obediently.
Master Zayne looked at little Gael with a displeased face, "Gael, people of the cloth should be beyond worldly concerns, especially avoiding won. How co you’re acting lasciviously at such a young age?"
Little Gael, "Master, what do you say those little sisters are?"
Master Zayne, "Won, of course."
Little Gael shook his head, "Not so. In Master’s eyes, those little sisters are won, but in my eyes, they are all sentient beings."
With that said, little Gael turned and left, his light and carefree steps carrying an ethereal grace.
"..." Master Zayne had lived for so many years and felt like he had finally t his match in little Gael. Little Gael’s... little con-artist-like mouth, in another ten years, might beco a charlatan.
Hayden and Serena’s three children; the eldest son Caden Crawford is the son of The Dragon Scion, born a king. The little daughter Willow is a princess of this world, her destiny beyond asure.
...
Passionate Love Chapter.
With the wedding approaching, Serena beca exceptionally busy. She wore the acacia bean Zane left and his dical notes, becoming a real practitioner of dicine.
She took over Zane’s dical team and rapidly expanded it, which Hayden didn’t mind. Zane was not only her love but also his. What Hayden did mind was... the many young, talented, handso guys in this dical elite team!
These days, Hayden kept grooming himself, looking in the mirror at his handso and noble face, finally restoring his confidence.
Taking out his phone, he checked his social dia.
The first post was sothing Serena had posted.
There were several pictures, one of which showed Serena sitting on a sofa with a glass of champagne in her hand, surrounded by a group of good-looking young n as stars around the moon. She posed happily for the cara with a V sign.
Hayden’s previously joyful mood plumted. This scene stabbed painfully at his eyes.
A surge of jealousy brewed in his chest, like an overturned vinegar jar. He grabbed his phone with a big hand and ran directly to open the door, shouting downstairs, "Auntie! Auntie!"
"Sir, I’m here. What’s the matter?"
Auntie hurriedly ran upstairs, looking at Hayden.
Hayden pursed his thin lips and instructed in a deep voice, "Call the missus and tell her my heart hurts, have her co back imdiately."
"Ah?" Auntie was montarily stunned, looking confused at the very healthy Hayden.
Hayden’s handso face beca more stern, "Didn’t you understand?"
"Oh." Auntie turned and ran, "I’ll go make the call right away!" Deeply resentful husbands are pretty scary.
In the room, Hayden could hear Serena rushing back, "Auntie, where’s Mr. Crawford? Is he okay, did you call a doctor?"
"Madam, I... I... um, sir..." Auntie had never lied in her life, speaking in a stutter.
"Auntie, why can’t you speak? Never mind, I’ll go upstairs to check on Mr. Crawford!"
"Oh dear madam, slow down, you lost a high heel!" Auntie called from behind.
Hearing the footsteps, Hayden quickly got into bed, lying down, eyes closed.
Then, with a "click," the door was pushed open. Serena rushed in, "Mr. Crawford, what’s wrong?"
Serena sat by the bed, her bright eyes filled with worry, looking at Hayden.
Hayden weakly opened his eyes, one hand pressing against his heart, "Serena, it hurts here a bit."
Serena quickly checked Hayden’s pulse, but his pulse was... strong and vigorous...
She understood. He was lying.
"Mr. Crawford, your heart hurts, I’ll kiss it better." Serena buried her little face in his chest, then playfully sniffed around like a kitten, squeezing into his black silk pajamas, kissing his heart.
Hayden initially had no intentions, but her dark little head stirred the fire, and he imdiately wanted to get up.
"Mr. Crawford, doesn’t it hurt anymore?"
Mr. Crawford imdiately closed his eyes and lay back, "Hiss, it hurts again."
"What should I do? Should I kiss it again?"
"Mm... well, okay..." Hayden reluctantly agreed.
Serena found that the older Hayden got, the more childlike he beca, needing to be coaxed. She wiggled tenderly and softly under the covers like a little kitten, kissing her way down...
"Mr. Crawford, I don’t know if I’m kissing the right way..."
"Hiss." Hayden let out a sexy, tantalizing grunt.
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