Hayden Crawford looked up and turned his gaze to Serena Sterling, who was standing beside Melody Ashworth.
Serena Sterling knew exactly what Melody Ashworth was up to when she pulled her forward; Melody was deliberately making her a third wheel, probably to make Hayden Crawford dislike her.
After all, nobody likes a third wheel.
Serena looked at Hayden Crawford, and saw that his deep-set, narrow eyes glanced at her face, but didn’t linger and quickly looked away.
He didn’t show any emotional waves. A man like him had reached an age where emotions were not easily revealed; no one knew what he was thinking.
"Get in." At this moment, Hayden Crawford reached out and opened the passenger door.
The passenger seat was, of course, prepared for Melody Ashworth.
Melody Ashworth gave a sweet smile, and suddenly seemed to remember Serena Sterling, "Cherie, I’ll sit in the front, and you sit in the back."
Melody Ashworth got into the passenger seat, and Hayden Crawford returned to the driver’s seat. Serena Sterling stood there stiffly, her eyelashes trembled as she reached to open the back door and got in.
Actually, she didn’t want to be a third wheel. Melody Ashworth just wanted her to feel jealous and envious, just to torment her, but tonight she could see Caden, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time and missed very much.
The Rolls Royce Phantom sped down the road. Melody Ashworth, in the passenger seat, turned to look at Hayden Crawford driving, "Mr. Crawford, you must know a lot of wealthy CEOs, right?"
Hayden Crawford’s big hand rested on the steering wheel. The brilliant neon lights of the night refracted through the polished glass windows onto his handsome face, ridiculously charming. He responded faintly, "Hmm?"
"Mr. Crawford, my maid Cherie has been with me for a long time. I treat her like a sister. Now that she’s of marriageable age, I want to help her find a good family to marry into. You are surrounded by rich people, help me introduce some, okay?" Melody Ashworth giggled sweetly.
Serena, who was the subject of "marriage," "..."
Hayden Crawford didn’t say anything, he turned the steering wheel, and the Rolls Royce Phantom smoothly rounded a corner.
"Mr. Crawford, actually, I think whether someone is rich doesn’t matter, but my maid wants to find a rich person. She knows her humble background and that those rich men may not fancy her. She even told me that she wouldn’t mind being kept outside, as long as she’s well-fed and clothed... Oh dear, I’m starting to think my maid has a flawed outlook on life. As her mistress, I feel it’s my fault for not teaching her well." Melody Ashworth frowned in self-reproach.
Serena in the back, "..." She could only give Melody Ashworth a side-eye.
Melody Ashworth grew up in the harem of The State of Westria and was well-versed in the cunning and maneuvering among women. Now she’s repeatedly implying to Hayden Crawford that Serena is a vain, status-seeking girl; who knows what Hayden Crawford thinks of her now.
Serena lifted her gaze to look at Hayden Crawford.
At this moment, Hayden Crawford also softly lifted his handsome eyelids, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
For a moment, their eyes met.
Serena instantly felt drawn into his deep gaze. His look was calm, but he indeed glanced at her.
Serena’s heart rate suddenly accelerated. She was thinking about how to wake him up?
Before she figured it out, Hayden Crawford had already calmly looked away and responded casually to Melody Ashworth, "I’ll keep an eye out."
That idiot, Hayden Crawford!
Hayden Crawford brought Melody Ashworth and Serena Sterling to his villa. Melody Ashworth took a look but didn’t see the elusive Caden Crawford, so she immediately asked, "Mr. Crawford, where’s Caden? Why didn’t I see him?"
Hayden Crawford tossed the car keys onto the foyer counter, slightly curling his thin lips, "Caden Crawford is on his way back; you’ll see him in a bit."
"Really? I miss Caden so much." Melody Ashworth pulled out her Oscar-worthy acting, "How about this, I’ll cook a couple of dishes for Caden myself."
Saying so, Melody Ashworth walked into the kitchen.
Melody Ashworth couldn’t really cook, but she washed a few lettuces. That’s when a big hand reached over and hugged her waist, the clean and crisp masculine scent enveloping her ear, "I’m going upstairs to take a shower. Come over later."
Without turning around, Melody Ashworth knew it was Hayden Crawford holding her. Hayden Crawford was inviting her upstairs to his room.
Being mature adults, Melody Ashworth blushed, "What are you doing?"
"I have an injury on my back. Come upstairs to change my medicine." After saying this, Hayden Crawford released her and turned to go upstairs.
Now, Melody Ashworth had no thoughts of washing the vegetables; she only wanted to go upstairs with Hayden Crawford. But wait, she quickly thought of a brilliant plan.
Melody Ashworth quickly found Serena Sterling in the living room, "Serena Sterling, get a medicine box and go upstairs to change Hayden Crawford’s medicine on his back."
Hayden Crawford had invited her upstairs. If Hayden Crawford found out it was Serena Sterling who went, he’d definitely fly into a rage.
This would prove that Serena Sterling was a vain schemer trying to seduce her mistress’s man, and Hayden Crawford would for sure detest her.
Then, the real show would start.
Serena noticed the cunning in Melody Ashworth’s eyes but didn’t move. She’d already guessed most of Melody Ashworth’s scheme.
"Serena Sterling, are you disobeying me? Don’t forget, Cherie is still in my hands. If you don’t obey, my mother won’t give Cherie any medicine tonight, leaving her in pain for the entire night, worse than death!" Melody Ashworth threatened malevolently.
Serena gave Melody Ashworth a look, then picked up the medical kit and went upstairs.
Upstairs, in the master bedroom.
Hayden Crawford had just finished a cold shower. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, exposing his muscular and broad chest. Below, he wore a pair of black home pants, with a luxury black belt at his waist, presenting a breathtaking image of a handsome man fresh from the shower.
Hearing the door open, Hayden Crawford put down the towel in his hand and sat by the bed. Without looking at the person by the door, he turned his back, "You’re here? Come over to change my medicine."
Serena stood by the door; she knew he still thought she was Melody Ashworth.
Serena didn’t want to approach, but her bright eyes landed on his well-defined back. His back still held deep scars, remnants of him saving her.
Serena slowly walked forward and came to his back.
He had just taken a shower; although he avoided the wounds, many water droplets still clung to his healthy, tan skin on his back.