Faye’s family background was quite poor, so her childhood dream was to get into a good university, enter the City of Aethelgard, and marry into high society.
She had seen Hayden Crawford in a collector’s edition business magazine and was immediately captivated by him. Later, she heard that Hayden’s son attended a prestigious nursery, so she took the opportunity to enter the nursery and get close to Caden Crawford.
Today, she even received a call from Hayden Crawford, and his deep, magnetic voice was still echoing in her ears. She never expected her luck to explode , running into Hayden here and clinging onto his golden opportunity.
Now, looking at Hayden’s mature and handsome face, Faye felt herself swooning.
Hayden stood tall and straight, looking down at her. He squinted his deep, narrow eyes and glanced at Faye, who was hugging his leg, and said in a low voice, "Let go!"
Faye knew she couldn’t miss this chance, so she immediately showed a pitiful expression, tears brimming, "Sir, save me, I’m an innocent girl. I don’t want to sell myself. Please, save me."
Hayden’s gaze fell on Faye’s young and pretty face, without much emotion. He put one hand in his pocket, looking at her coolly, "You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not a philanthropist. Why should I save you?"
After saying that, he pulled his leg back and started to leave.
"Sir, I’ll go with you!"
Faye called out to his retreating figure.
Hayden stopped, looked at Faye’s face, and then slowly downwards. His cheeky and indifferent gaze took on a touch of wicked charm under the champagne gold corridor light, as he said amusedly, "There’s plenty of women who want to be with me. What makes you think you can?"
Faye stood up, looking at Hayden, "Sir, I’m a clean virgin. This bar paid a high price to buy me, wanting to make me their top girl. I’m young and beautiful, with a good figure, all natural, only 19 years old. I’m currently an intern teacher at the Crown Prince’s nursery school."
Faye was quite confident in herself. She had a pretty face, a D-cup bust, a slender waist, and a pert butt. A pure college student like water, even this bar wanted to buy her to be their top choice, which surely was what business tycoons like, and certainly what Hayden Crawford would like.
Hayden squinted his narrow eyes and looked Faye up and down, then gave a faint smile, "A nursery teacher?"
"Yes, I’m actually the teaching instructor for the little Crown Prince."
Hayden’s large hand in his pocket slowly rubbed. He remembered that Serena Sterling was also a nursery teacher, which made Faye her colleague.
Thinking of Serena, scenes from that night in the room appeared in Hayden’s mind. She was raised like a princess, naturally carrying a sweet scent. Her skin was so smooth he could barely hold it; he had to grasp her waist tightly...
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Dammit, just thinking about Serena set his body on fire.
But she didn’t want to be with him.
The back of his head was still sore from when she hit it with a lamp.
Thinking of how he had remained faithful to her for three years, only to find her enjoying time with Seth Sullivan, a burst of anger surged through his chest.
He wanted to prove that she wasn’t the only one for him.
He could have other women too!
This Faye standing in front of him, a girl from the slums, was full of schemes and cunning, but even though she looked fresh enough to squeeze water from, he wasn’t impressed.
His standards were always high.
Compared to Serena, these women outside fell far too short.
However, Serena didn’t know how to be tactful. He wanted to stay in her bed, and she fought tooth and nail to avoid him.
Remembering Serena’s rejection and resistance, her inability to please him, made his handsome face cloud over.
Hayden squinted his narrow eyes and glanced at the two men in black, "I want her."
The two men in black nodded respectfully and quickly, "Yes, Mr. Crawford. We’ll make sure she’s clean and sent to your bed."
Hayden turned and left.
Hayden returned to his room, went into the shower to rinse off.
A few minutes later, he came out wearing a black silk robe, bringing with him a cool breeze.
There was another person in the room, Faye.
Faye had already showered, wearing a black camisole dress, her bare feet on the plush wool carpet.
Before being sent to this room, she was inspected thoroughly. A maid bathed her, and they checked if she had any medical tampering, after which she was allowed to enter.
She was just a plaything for the rich.
Faye looked at Hayden, who had just come out of the shower. He was tall and handsome, exuding the mature aura of a business emperor with every move, an unassailable charm.
Faye’s pretty face flushed. She didn’t want to serve some old men; she only wanted to serve this young, handsome business king.
It seemed her life was about to skyrocket.
Hayden dried his damp hair with a towel and then casually tossed it onto the sofa. His long eyes caught sight of Faye, "Come here."
Faye obediently walked over, "Mr. Crawford."
Hayden looked at her. She was very pretty, pure like water, and now her flushed face was full of admiration as she looked at him.
That look, Hayden had once seen it on Serena’s face too.
Hayden extended his strong arm, pulling her soft waist forcefully.
Faye fell into his embrace.
Hayden lowered his head, moving towards her small face.
Faye’s heart pounded wildly. This was her first encounter with a business mogul like Hayden, his indifferent and domineering aura left her scared but fascinated.
Was he about to kiss her?
Faye felt herself going weak.
Hayden came closer without touching her, quickly catching the scent from Faye.
Faye had just taken a bath, and her body had a clean bath scent.
But it wasn’t the same as the youthful fragrance Serena had.
Serena was incredibly fragrant. It was like opium to him, making him addicted just from a whiff.
Faye lacked that scent that Serena had.
Hayden furrowed his handsome brow and released her with a detached air.
Faye opened her eyes to see Hayden turning away, walking to the sofa and sitting down. He picked up the cigarette and lighter on the coffee table, lit a cigarette, and smoked quietly.
Without a word, the room’s temperature plummeted to freezing.
Faye didn’t know what she did wrong, but she sensed that Hayden had lost interest in her.
He left her standing there.