The driver in the front handed over the small note.
The old lady glanced outside, "No one knows I’m here, nor do they know my identity. Where did this note come from? Who handed it over?"
The driver cautiously replied, "Ma’am, it was delivered by a little boy just now."
A note delivered by a little boy?
The old lady took the note, and there was only one line written on it.
The old lady gasped, looking over that line several times, a storm quickly brewing in her eyes. Newest update provıded by novᴇlfire.net
After the old lady left, Hayden Crawford looked at Serena Sterling, "Serena, do you have something to tell me?"
He actually discovered it, and Serena shifted her eyes evasively, shaking her little head, "No, what do you want to hear~?"
Seeing she didn’t want to say, Hayden didn’t force it, but he slowly squinted his deep narrow eyes and looked in the direction the old lady left, then extended his large hand and grabbed her soft little hand in his, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to a feast."
"Wait a minute," Serena spoke up.
Serena took out her phone, "Mr. Crawford, how can you be so indifferent to your parents’ situations? Be careful they might actually get divorced!"
Hayden didn’t believe it; he knew his father well. Jude Crawford wouldn’t get a divorce.
Hayden lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at Serena beside him, seeing her use her slender white fingers to tap on her phone screen, searching for his mother’s number and then dialing it.
His heart turned to mush.
He knew she had been running around for the Crawford family lately because they were his loved ones, so she loved what he loved.
Before he met Serena, he had heard people say that all love turns from passionate to indifferent. But after meeting Serena, all the initial passion and romance slowly integrated into his life, and compared to the gripping intensity of passionate love, he longed for a lasting, gentle peace. He always felt that only with her by his side was he truly whole.
Hayden reached out an arm from behind her, wrapping around her soft waist with such force that he almost wanted to mold her into his very bones, burying his handsome face in the nook of her neck, rubbing with the bristle of his determined chin against her tender skin.
Serena felt both pain and tickle, giggling and dodging, "Mr. Crawford, stop fooling around, move a bit further~"
"No!" Hayden clung to her, letting himself soften and indulge in her embrace amid the bustling crowd, holding her tightly.
How he wished time would stop here.
At this moment, many passersby looked over, covering their mouths and laughing softly,
"Wow, look over there—what a handsome man, what a beautiful girl, truly princes belong to princesses, fairy tales don’t lie."
"That boyfriend looks so clingy, so sweet~"
"I feel like the night’s air is sweet, love is in the air, and I want to fall in love too."
Serena struggled in his arms a couple of times, but his strong arm was like an iron hoop, she couldn’t break free, so she had to obediently stay in his embrace, "Mr. Crawford, be good, people are watching."
"Then don’t look at others, look at me."
"...I’m calling your mom now; be careful or she’ll come back and scold you."
Hayden curved his thin lips, knowing full well that his mother adored Serena like a daughter, and if Serena asked, his mother would indeed scold him.
"Hush now, Serena, don’t trouble yourself. Even if my mom scolds me, won’t it pain you too?" he said, entirely justified.
"..." Serena gave up on arguing.
At this moment, the call connected, and Isabelle Willow’s voice came through.
Isabelle Willow was now in a café. She had an appointment tonight to discuss some jewelry design drafts.
After the discussion, the person left first, and Isabelle sat at a window seat, not leaving immediately. She held a book, sipping coffee while reading.
Tonight, Isabelle wore a long dress with a beige cardigan on top. Her long black hair was tied up into a low bun, with a few strands falling around her delicate cheeks, adding to her picture-perfect beauty and gentleness.
Such an appearance quickly caught the attention of people coming and going in the café; if she didn’t mention her age, no one would believe she already had three grandchildren.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit approached, "Hello, may I add you on WeChat?"
A man was asking for her WeChat.
Isabelle smiled lightly, shaking her head, "Sorry, I don’t use WeChat."
Just like that, she had turned down several men trying to chat her up.
Just then, the café door suddenly opened, and two people walked in with a string of tinkling laughter.
Isabelle looked up, and surprisingly, it was Jude Crawford and Jenny.
Jude wore a grey shirt and black trousers, handsome and poised, exuding an innate authority, while Jenny wore a floral dress, young and pretty, with a youthful sparkle in her eyes.
Now Jenny’s hand was linked on Jude’s strong arm. The two walked in affectionately, Jenny looking up at him, chattering about something, and smiling sweetly along the way.
Isabelle paused; she didn’t expect to encounter these two here. What a coincidence today.
"Jude, let’s sit over there," Jenny pointed to a spot right in front of her.
Jude raised his head and saw her.
Their eyes met, and Isabelle felt a bit embarrassed and uneasy. The other day on the plane, she had told herself to wish him happiness.
But now meeting again, her heart tightened. She didn’t know if she should greet him and then remain as the most familiar strangers.
It was clear that Jude didn’t intend to greet her. His deep narrow eyes glanced at her face indifferently, then moved away coldly as if looking at a stranger, and he said softly to Jenny, "Let’s sit there."
Jude and Jenny sat in the seat in front of her, and the waiter in the café handed over the menu.
Jenny flipped through the menu, then looked at Jude and laughed softly, "Jude, your wife is right there, shouldn’t you greet her?"
As they were at adjacent tables, Isabelle could clearly hear their conversation.
Only to hear Jude lift his thin lips and correct plainly, "She’s my ex-wife."
Those words pierced Isabelle’s heart instantly. Did he really consider her... an ex-wife?
Men are indeed strange—while in the City of Aethelgard, he cared so much for her, yet in the blink of an eye, he had a new love, forgetting her completely.