Now Serena Sterling slumped down on his lap, lifting her bright eyes to look at him.
Hayden Crawford extended his large hand, his long fingers weaving into her hair, then he slowly lowered his head, letting his lips fall onto her eyes. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel✦fire.net
He was kissing her eyes, over and over again.
Serena wrapped her arms around his fit waist, letting him kiss her, as the dim light bathed them in intimacy and tenderness.
After a while, Hayden’s lips traveled downward, slowly approaching her red lips.
Closer and closer, almost touching.
But just at that moment, Hayden suddenly opened his eyes, as if he regained his senses, and immediately pushed Serena out of his embrace.
Serena stood up, and Hayden strode toward the window, one hand on his hip, struggling and disordered, "We can’t, you should leave."
He wanted her to leave.
Serena could understand him, he had fallen under Melody Ashworth’s Bewitching Technique and didn’t recognize her. He didn’t want to betray.
Thus, his uncontrollable attraction to her made him feel guilty, something he could not accept, unwilling to take that final step.
He was the one suffering the most now.
Serena glanced at him, then really turned and left.
Now the room was left with only Hayden Crawford, who felt the need to calm down, to really think about what he was doing.
He loved Serena, so why did he feel so strongly for a mere maid?
Just then, with a click, the door opened again, and someone walked in.
Hayden didn’t turn around, just pursed his lips, "Didn’t I tell you to leave? Why have you come back?"
The person behind didn’t speak but came over, soon two small hands hugged his fit waist, a soft woman’s body pressing tightly against him from behind.
Hayden closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He was a normal man, with physiological needs, and since leaving Aethelgard, he hadn’t touched a woman.
Twice now, he had felt strong physical reactions to that little maid. Just now, he wanted to kiss her, push her onto the bed...
Hayden lowered his handsome eyes, feeling his throat burning as if it had swallowed embers. The small hands at his waist slowly climbed upward, stirring up fire all along the way.
Hayden quickly grabbed the small hand, wanting to pull the person behind into his arms fiercely. He didn’t want to suppress himself anymore. He had to admit, he was defenseless against that little maid.
But the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, because this small hand felt wrong!
Hayden immediately turned around and saw Serena Sterling’s breathtaking little face.
Melody Ashworth had come, blinking playfully at Hayden, calling out sweetly, "Mr. Crawford~"
The desire in Hayden’s eyes immediately dissipated, replaced by clarity, "Why are you here?"
"I came to see you. Just now, I saw you got hurt and was worried."
Hayden looked at this stunning face, the one he fancied, but something felt lacking, like a moment ago, he was burning with desire, but now he had none. This issue he had noticed long ago, his body had no reaction to this woman in front of him.
They say the body’s reaction is the most instinctive, the most honest.
Hayden reached out to push Melody away, his handsome features cold and indifferent, "I’m fine, you should leave."
Melody felt as if she placed her warm face against a cold ice block, her smile stiffening. Earlier, this man had fought with passion for Serena Sterling, yet now he pushed her away coldly, what did he want?
Melody quickly huffed in irritation, "Hayden Crawford, let’s break up!"
Hayden turned his head, looking at Melody with a deep, displeased tone, "What nonsense are you making now?"
"I’m making nonsense? Hayden, look at what you’ve been doing recently. You’ve already been drawn away by that little maid beside me. You even fought for her just now, but you’re so impatient with me, only cold and perfunctory. Instead of this, we might as well break up, and you can go find that little maid!"
Hayden also noticed the changes in his emotions; he increasingly didn’t want to be with this woman in front of him. He furrowed his strong eyebrows.
Melody saw he still didn’t come to console her, feeling stuck in a dilemma. She wouldn’t break up with him.
But she felt his heart was gone, taken by Serena Sterling, this feeling of losing control made Melody uneasy.
Melody took the initiative to approach, hugging Hayden’s firm waist, "Mr. Crawford, you weren’t before. Is it because... we haven’t been together for a long time, how about... we sleep together tonight?"
Melody was slightly anxious; she felt she had to cook the rice to be done and make it a fact.
Hayden barely restrained himself from pushing the woman in his arms away, as he repeatedly told himself this was the woman he loved deeply.
Then Melody pushed, and they both fell onto the soft bed.
Melody reached to undo the black leather belt around Hayden’s solid waist.
But she couldn’t undo it. The next second, her hand was held down by a large palm.
Melody quickly looked up at him, "Mr. Crawford, what’s wrong with you? Do you not really love me anymore?"
Melody moved slightly, and the bell of charm immediately emitted an enticing sound.
Hayden lowered his eyes briefly, then let go, allowing her to continue.
The opportunity had arrived!
Delighted, Melody quickly undid Hayden’s belt.
Melody looked down his muscular chest, her gaze stopping below his waist, there, soft, dormant in a large mass.
He had no physiological need.
Melody was shocked, her face turning completely pale, she looked at Hayden, "Mr. Crawford, you...?"
Hayden pressed his thin lips together, forming a cold, sharp arc. He got up, left the bed, and strode to the windowsill.
He pulled out a cigar, holding it in his lips, bent his tall frame slightly, and cupped his hands to shield from the wind as he lit it.
Slender fingers held the crimson flame, he furrowed his sword eyebrows and began to puff out clouds of smoke.
Melody stood behind watching the man’s imposing back, the night wind blowing his black shirt with a flutter, his form mingled with the outside night, cloaked in cold frost, like an emperor high above.
She deeply adored this man.
Earlier she thought the opportunity had come, ecstatically surprised, only to be hit by a blow.
He had no physical reaction, how was she to cook the rice, to become his empress?