Wyneth regarded them with a puzzled look."Do you know Mr. Hamilton?" The two female staff members gazed at her eagerly, their eyes shining with curiosity, hungry for some juicy tidbit.At this point, playing ignorant was obviously the best course. Wyneth feigned confusion. "Mr. Hamilton you're referring to is...?"At her words, the pair looked baffled."Oh—never mind.""If you don't know him, that's fine. We were just curious." With that, one of them quickly tugged the other away. "I told you; she really doesn't know him. Otherwise, her reaction would have been different.""True, she even asked us who Mr. Hamilton is. Sigh.""Well, not everyone is into celebrity gossip."When Wyneth emerged from the restroom, the VIP waiting lounge had largely cleared out. Hayden was leisurely packing away his laptop. She ignored him and moved to board her flight.After she had departed, Dexter murmured softly, "Mr. Hamilton, Ms. Walford has boarded.""Mm-hmm." Hayden nodded, picking up his
"Mr. Hamilton?" The coquettish voice echoed once again.Without lifting his gaze, Hayden responded impassively, "I'm afraid that's not possible."The rejection did not seem to faze the young woman. After all, this was Hayden; countless girls were eager to get his contact information. Therefore, his refusal was not unexpected. She was ready to make another attempt, lips parting, when Hayden's next words came out in an icy tone. "My wife wouldn't appreciate it."Not only was the woman taken aback, Wyneth, who had been preparing to sleep with her sleep mask on, froze as well. 'What nonsense is he spouting? What wife?'The young woman requesting Hayden's contact information stood frozen. "I-I didn't know you were married." Clearly not willing to give up, she thought Hayden was making up an excuse.Hayden's voice was even colder. "Is it wrong to keep a marriage private?"She was rendered speechless. Standing there, she stared at Hayden for a moment, her face pallid, before finally wal
'Wanting Hayden's contact number? Didn't they realize that he was harder and colder than stone? Actually, that's an understatement. He's got an icy demeanor that would put the chilliest iceberg to shame. Fortunately, I'm free of him now. Yet, who knows how many more young girls would entertain unattainable dreams about him?' Wyneth thought to herself, finding herself feeling a pang of pity for those girls.Before disembarking from the plane, Hayden's voice was heavy with instructions. "The butler's car will be at the exit. It's not my usual vehicle, so there's no need to worry about the license plate being recognized. I'll send you the license plate number to your phone. You go first."Wyneth paused briefly before responding, "Understood." She was the first to disembark. Once she reached the terminal, she received the message from Hayden. Without hesitation, she proceeded toward the exit. Soon, she spotted an attention-grabbing Rolls-Royce, its license plate matching the one Hayden h
They were so close that they could feel each other's breath. Wyneth could even discern the scent of cedar on him, cold yet profound. His handsome face was inches away from her own, so close that a slight forward lean would allow their lips to meet.Suddenly, Wyneth came back to her senses. She recoiled a few inches, distancing herself from Hayden. "What are you doing?"Hayden remained expressionless, his gaze focused on her lips. "Your makeup is smeared."'Makeup smeared?' Wyneth remembered taking off her mask after she got in the car. Wearing it all the way in the terminal and on the plane had been suffocating. 'Yes, the world is indeed more beautiful without a mask. Wait, when did I put on makeup?'Wyneth quickly fished a cushion compact out of her bag for touch-ups. Looking into the small mirror, she noticed her lipstick was smeared, the color spreading from the corners of her mouth. She remembered applying lipstick before leaving the house; she intended to go for a daily light
When he did not see her, he managed. But when he actually encountered her and witnessed her icy indifference, it was a cold reality he was not accustomed to. 'How can someone wear two different masks? When she's drunk, she...'"Serendora Archipelago?" Wyneth furrowed her brow. "A trip to Serendora Archipelago would take days. I don't have that kind of time."Finn was at a loss. "Why not?""I'm joining the cast of Cessation in a few days.""That soon?"She nodded. "Yes. So, you go to Serendora Archipelago alone.""But what's the point of me going if you're not there? I'll cancel it. Since your vacation is short, let's choose somewhere closer. I'll come get you now."Wyneth quieted for a moment before speaking in a soft voice, "I'm not in Frecford right now.""Not in Frecford? Where are you then?"Seeing the car had already stopped, Wyneth did not feel like explaining in detail. "I'm out with a friend. I'll call you back when I'm free," she said, and without waiting for Finn's r
The driver glanced back at Hayden, whose face was clouded over. Hayden sat for a moment, then with a stern face, he exited the car.After both passengers had left, the driver finally rolled down the window and took several deep breaths. He had thought Hayden was intimidating enough, but with the addition of Wyneth, he felt his heart might give out from sheer fright.Within the Hamilton residence, Samantha had been standing by the door as soon as she heard that Hayden and Wyneth were coming over. The sight of Wyneth stepping out of the car brought a delighted expression to her face."Ms. Walford."Hearing this address made Wyneth pause. Remembering that she was still pretending to be a couple with Hayden in front of his grandfather, she softly instructed Samantha, "While we're at the Hamilton residence, it's probably best if you call me Mrs. Hamilton."Samantha glanced at Hayden, who had followed Wyneth out of the car, and nodded in understanding. "Mrs. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton Sr.
With an implied meaning for Hayden to promptly ascend the stairs and not loiter around, disrupting the scene, Gwendolyn's gaze settled on him. Hayden, reading her expression and receiving no further acknowledgment from Wyneth, stood in silence for a moment before finally moving toward the staircase. "I'll go fetch Grandpa," he said.Once Hayden was out of sight, Gwendolyn, once again, tenderly took hold of Wyneth's hand. "You've got a lot on your plate," she murmured. She had been under the impression, after Wyneth's last visit, that the likelihood of seeing her again in this lifetime was remote. And yet, life had thrown them a curveball. Though she was not privy to all the details, the current state of this young couple spoke volumes. Gwendolyn, astute as she was, did not need further hints to infer the reality."No such thing," Wyneth countered softly."But in fact...""Grandma," Wyneth interrupted her gently, shaking her head in assurance. "It's alright, I'm still young."Her w
While Benedict read Hayden the riot act, Wyneth played the role of an unobservant bystander, a trace of malicious glee lurking in her heart. 'He's always so aloof and arrogant. It's about time his grandpa gave him a piece of his mind.'Hayden stood tall, bearing the brunt of the verbal onslaught without flinching. After a long while, he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes briefly dancing over Wyneth's somewhat gleeful face before speaking, "Grandpa, you're right. Next time, I promise to visit the set more often. Speaking of which, didn't you want to visit the set yourself? This could be a good chance to accompany her to Frecford."Wyneth, previously delighting in Hayden's misfortune, blurted out, "Huh?" She glanced at Hayden, meeting his icy stare. 'He did that on purpose, didn't he? He knows I don't want others to know about our relationship, yet he deliberately said those words.'Benedict nodded. "A sound idea. When will you be heading back, Wyneth? I have some free time on my hands