Consort Willow’s eyes lit up immediately, "Okay, Melody, Mother Consort will take care of it now."
Having arranged everything, Melody Ashworth practically felt like a genius, able to make Hayden Crawford and Serena Sterling miss each other, meeting yet not recognizing—it should be the greatest torture and pain.
Melody Ashworth was getting increasingly hot, but now she had a firm belief, and that belief was Hayden Crawford.
Even though this was The Manor of the Ninth Spire, as long as Hayden Crawford wanted to come in, he undoubtedly would.
Just then with a "creak," the door was pushed open, and a beam of light pierced through.
Melody Ashworth swiftly raised her head, and that beam of light was accompanied by an imposing and tall figure that quickly invaded her sight—Hayden Crawford was here. Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI~Fire.net
Melody Ashworth’s eyes twinkled brightly; the current Hayden brought with him dazzling radiance, lighting up her entire world, and her heart began to palpitate intensely because of him.
Melody Ashworth held back from speaking because Serena, that little handmaid, wouldn’t say much, and right now, she was the little handmaid.
Hayden Crawford strode in swiftly; he didn’t see Serena Sterling but did notice the little handmaid on the ground who had once made him lose control and act strangely.
What happened to her?
Hayden Crawford stepped forward with his long legs, then knelt on one knee; his deep and narrow eyes fell on her flushed little face as he asked softly, "Where’s your mistress? Why are you alone here, and what happened to you?"
Melody Ashworth slowly reached out her hand, grasping his large palm, then pressed his large palm against her flushed cheek.
Hayden Crawford immediately felt her feverish temperature; he knitted his heroic sword brows, "Did you eat something you shouldn’t have?"
Melody Ashworth felt that Hayden’s tone now was low and tender, entirely different from his usual indifferent attitude when placating her; indeed he reserved all his affection for Serena Sterling—the favored always feel free.
Melody Ashworth feigned weakness and nodded slightly; she held onto Hayden Crawford’s large palm, unwilling to let go, and even rubbed her burning cheek against his palm.
Hayden Crawford certainly wasn’t stupid, not only that, he was quite astute; her rubbing against his palm already conveyed a rather ambiguous message.
Last time on the private yacht, he held the back of her head and kissed her; they almost got carried away, although he restrained himself at that moment, he had been thinking about her these past days.
He quite liked the little handmaid before him, finding her irresistible.
Melody Ashworth saw he didn’t make any move to stop her, so she became bolder; she raised her hand, grabbed Hayden Crawford’s shirt collar, then slowly leaned towards his thin lips for a kiss.
She wanted to kiss him!
Now, immediately, without delay!
Hayden Crawford watched as her red lips slowly approached, yet oddly, he felt tranquil inside.
Soon he caught the scent of cosmetics on Melody Ashworth, strikingly different from the fresh and sweet fragrance of the girl he adored.
Suddenly, Hayden Crawford’s narrow eyes squinted slightly; he saw Melody’s face magnifying endlessly in his pupils, so ugly.
He reached out, pushing Melody Ashworth away right then.
Melody Ashworth froze, blinking her eyes in confusion as she looked at Hayden Crawford, wondering why he pushed her.
Hayden Crawford also didn’t know why he pushed away the little handmaid before him—it was as if this handmaid wasn’t the one in his heart.
At this moment, a "thud" sounded from the room next door.
Hayden Crawford, being exceptionally alert, cast a sharp eagle-like gaze at the adjacent wall.
Melody Ashworth knew Serena Sterling and Axel Ashworth were in the next room; she was terrified Hayden might find out and go seek Serena, so she softened her posture, directly slumping into Hayden Crawford’s arms.
Hayden Crawford withdrew his gaze casually, looked at Melody Ashworth, then lifted her horizontally, left with her, taking her away.
Melody Ashworth closed her eyes, feeling utterly joyous, wishing Hayden would just whisk her away now.
Serena Sterling was with Axel Ashworth now, but Hayden carried her past without noticing, just perfectly missing each other.
This moment, Hayden passed by the room next door—the door tightly shut, impossible to see inside. Hayden didn’t glance sideways, nor pause, and walked right past.
Melody Ashworth sneaked a peek at the tightly shut room door, "Goodbye, Serena Sterling!"
In the room next door.
Serena Sterling indeed was with Axel Ashworth; Axel eyed Serena, "Princess of Alani, what’s your act this evening really about?"
Axel Ashworth saw with his own eyes Serena Sterling drinking that cup of drugged tea, yet now Serena stood before him unharmed—Axel found it peculiar.
Serena couldn’t explain; her clear bright fawn eyes glanced at Axel Ashworth, playfully mysterious as she blinked her long lashes, "The King of Nine Peaks, guess what? They say a woman should be a mystery—if I told you the answer, it wouldn’t be any fun."
Axel Ashworth felt that this Serena Sterling was entirely different from the one earlier; this Serena regained the elegance and poise from his memory, where she mastered the chessboard and ruled the storming world.
Axel Ashworth curled his lips and chuckled lightly.
Just then, two maids walked past outside; they wore a string of bells, which instantly emitted a crisp, pleasant sound.
Serena Sterling naturally heard the Demon Bell Charm Skill from The Merfolk Clan; her delicate brows chilled rapidly, "The King of Nine Peaks, cover your ears quickly, don’t listen!"
But Axel Ashworth obviously heard it; he stood still.
Serena Sterling swiftly stepped forward, her little hands covering Axel Ashworth’s ears.
Soon enough, the demon bell sound faded away.
"The King of Nine Peaks, your manor is not clean, I suggest you seal off The Manor of the Ninth Spire now and thoroughly investigate all suspicious personnel!" Serena decisively stated, retracting her small hands.
But the next moment, Axel Ashworth’s large hand firmly covered hers, directly grasping her soft, boneless hand.
Serena’s heart skipped a beat; she looked up, crashing into Axel Ashworth’s deep eyes.
Axel fell for it; now his dark eyes were no longer clear, flickering with fiery flames.
Axel Ashworth was staring at her.
Serena Sterling heard the ominous ringing in her mind; The Merfolk Clan’s Bewitching Technique was very powerful, few men could resist—Axel Ashworth was no exception.
Now, Axel was staring at her with a bold, unconcealed gaze, as if he wanted to consume her.
Serena subtly retreated a step backward; her other hand quietly reached for the silver needle at her slender waist.
The silver needle was drawn out; she raised her hand and aimed directly at Axel Ashworth’s pressure points.
Unfortunately, Axel Ashworth, as The State of Westria’s top general, seasoned in warfare, how could he possibly fall for an ambush from her?