Hayden Crawford lowered his tall and handsome body, placed a single palm on the back of her head, and gently rubbed her soft hair, "Are you hurt so much that you’ve gone silly?"
Are you hurt so much that you’ve gone silly?
His words were very suggestive, more like teasing her, teasing his little kitten.
Serena Sterling’s soft and charming face slowly turned an unnatural shade of red. Now that he was so close, she could see how his intricately crafted handsome features were impeccable to an extreme degree.
She could also smell the fresh and clean masculine scent on him, which was very pleasant.
To be fair, he was a very charismatic man—handsome, wealthy, mature, noble, and adept at stirring emotions, making him very appealing to women.
Serena quickly avoided his gaze. She reached out her slender, fair hand to snatch the cotton swab from his hand, "Mr. Crawford, no need to bother you, I’ll do it myself."
As she grabbed at the cotton swab in his hand, her soft and smooth fingertips inadvertently touched his broad palm.
The intertwining of their hands made Serena pause for a moment.
She hurriedly tried to withdraw her small hand, but the man extended his hand with a flick, directly tossing her onto the soft big bed.
Her delicate slender back pressed into the mattress, and before she could get up, darkness filled her vision as Hayden Crawford leaned over.
With both large palms propped beside her, he looked at her with a heated gaze, his tone assertive yet filled with indulgence, "You’re still being so restless after being injured, itching for trouble?"
Serena quickly reached out to push him, "Mr. Crawford, do you want to cure me if I’m itching?"
Hayden’s gaze deepened, his prominent Adam’s apple rolled up and down, "I do, so do you want me to cure you?"
Serena raised her delicate willow eyebrows and pushed against his firm chest, "Sorry, Mr. Crawford, I’m not interested."
Hayden didn’t move, and she couldn’t budge him. The man’s tall and handsome physique pressed down on her like a wall, and his large, distinct-boned hand swiftly pinned her two small, restless hands above her head. He chuckled lightly, "Serena Sterling, are you playing hard to get? Not interested, yet you’re so good to my son?"
"I like Caden, Caden is also my son..."
"Then I’m still Caden’s daddy, do you like that? Buy one get one free, both he and I are yours."
After saying this, he lowered his head and kissed her tender, pink neck.
The man kissed her body relentlessly, and Serena struggled to push him away without success. She entwined her small hands into his short hair and pulled hard, "Mr. Crawford, let go, Caden is still here!"
His son was here; he should have been more cautious.
Hayden kissed her delicate skin and said in a hoarse voice, "Don’t worry about him, let’s be intimate for a while."
Taking care of this little rascal is almost turning him into a monk.
Serena was figuring out how to push him away when a childish voice sounded, "Daddy, Fairy Teacher, what are you doing?"
Serena turned her head and saw that little Caden Crawford had appeared.
The little boy stared at them with wide, naïve eyes.
"Hayden Crawford, Caden is here, let go!" Serena pushed him hard.
Hayden naturally knew the little rascal had arrived, his expression one of displeasure and impatience, refusing to get up.
Serena couldn’t move the man, and at that moment, the little boy quickly ran over, climbed onto the bed, and used both hands and feet to push Hayden, "Daddy, get up quickly, why are you pressing on the Fairy Teacher, you’ll crush her!"
The innocent words of the little boy didn’t recognize what daddy and the Fairy Teacher were doing, but Serena’s soft and charming face blushed even redder.
Yet the man on top of her played dead, refusing to move.
"Caden, let’s work harder to push your daddy away."
"Okay, Fairy Teacher, let’s do it together."
The little boy used all his strength, pushing Hayden together with Serena.
Hayden’s large, distinct-boned hand reached around to firmly pinch the woman’s pert buttocks and then turned over to lie flat on the large bed.
Serena quickly jumped off the bed, adjusted her disheveled clothes, just feeling the area where the man had pinched her burning up. If it weren’t for the little boy being there, she would have probably kicked him off the bed.
"Fairy Teacher, what’s wrong with my daddy, why was he pressing on you?"
Serena glanced at the man on the bed. He lay with his beautiful eyebrows furrowed, his firm chest rising and falling beneath his thin white shirt. Her gaze drifted upwards, and she glanced at his suit pants, immediately looking away, "Well... Caden, your daddy was drunk."
"Did daddy drink? No way, I didn’t smell any alcohol." The little boy said as he crawled over to sniff his daddy, finding no scent of alcohol.
The little boy’s large, innocent eyes drifted downwards and landed on the bulge in his father’s suit pants, making him jump, "Fairy Teacher, there’s a big bulge in my daddy’s pants, is he sick?"
Serena felt the redness on her face spreading to her snowy white earlobes, "Caden, your daddy is not sick..." Newest update provided by novel(ꜰ)ire.net
"Then what’s wrong with my daddy?"
The little boy looked concernedly at his daddy, perfectly playing the role of an innocent child, "Fairy Teacher, come and take a look at my daddy, can you help him?"
Serena walked over, pulled the blanket over Hayden Crawford, and reached over to hold the little boy, telling a kind-hearted lie, "Caden, trust the teacher, your daddy is really fine, just let him sleep it off."
"Really?" The little boy was still not completely assured.
"Of course, really, Caden, come on, I’ll give you a bath."
"Okay, thank you, Fairy Teacher."
The mother and child entered the bathroom, and Hayden Crawford slowly opened his eyes, his large, distinct-boned hand tossed the blanket aside, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the crystal chandelier above.
After a few minutes, he forcibly suppressed the heat inside him, got up, and with one hand in his pants pocket, he walked to the bathroom door.
Inside, the sounds of laughter between the mother and child were heard, "Hee-hee, Fairy Teacher, I want to sleep with you and daddy tonight."
"Well... Caden, tonight the teacher will only sleep with you, okay?"
"Why? Fairy Teacher, don’t worry, my daddy will sleep with you too, and I promise he won’t press on you anymore."
Outside the door, Hayden Crawford curled his thin lips, this little rascal hadn’t been raised for nothing!
But, the promise was made by the little rascal, not by him!
A chubby rich lady arrived, followed by two black-clad bodyguards. She entered the hotel and started cursing, "Where is the Princess of Alani, where is she? I heard she’s seducing my husband, is she in bed with him now, this little tramp, if I catch her in the act, I’ll ruin that foxy face of hers!"