Then, in full view of Benedict and Gwendolyn, he took a bite of the dessert from Wyneth's spoon. "Tastes good."Wyneth sat frozen, still ensnared in Hayden's icy aura. After a long moment, she finally found her voice. "You like it? Want the rest of it?""Sure." Hayden accepted the spoon from her hands."You rascal." Benedict's voice was rough as he scowled from across the table. "Don't you have your own? Why are you hogging Wyneth's dessert?"With that, Hayden pushed his untouched fruit platter toward Wyneth. "You eat mine."Hayden was not fond of sweets, so his family always prepared a platter of delicate, unsweetened fruit pieces for him, accompanied by a small fork and knife. He usually would not partake, but Gwendolyn insisted on keeping fruit on his plate. He did not visit often due to work, so he would just let it slide.Wyneth eyed the platter of fruits silently. She was not sure, but she felt like Hayden was doing this for her. He did not like sweets either. She recalled
"Let's go," Hayden said.Wyneth paused, gazing at the slender, pristine hand with prominent joints. Then, she glanced at Benedict, who was expectantly watching them. Left without a choice, she resigned herself and placed her hand in Hayden's. As soon as their skin met, Hayden grasped her hand tightly, pulling her up from her seat. A warmth spread through her from the contact. His palm was both warm and dry.Witnessing this, Benedict's gratified smile broadened. "Off you go now." Then, he and Gwendolyn watched as Hayden led Wyneth upstairs by the hand. Benedict was clearly pleased. As soon as the pair disappeared around the corner, he said, "Well done, very well done."Upon hearing his approval, Gwendolyn by his side shot him a glance, shaking her head.As soon as they were around the corner, Wyneth pulled her hand away. Initially, Hayden's grip was tight, but after a moment, he loosened his hold. The smile on Wyneth's face faded, her expression hardening in Hayden's presence. "It s
However, before Hayden could even entertain further desires, Wyneth firmly pushed him away. "Stay if you must, but you're sleeping on the couch tonight."The room was not far. Wyneth had been there before. It was the room that the Hamilton family had set aside for Hayden. She had visited several times when he was in a vegetative state: once to collect some of Hayden's old clothes, and the other times she had volunteered to clean. The instant she pushed open the door, the familiar sight greeted her.Hayden's room at the Hamilton residence mirrored his personality—uninviting and colorless, with only two or three hues making up the overall cold color scheme. The sole warm touch came from two pots of irises placed on the windowsill. On seeing these irises, Wyneth could not help but stride over. It had been four months since she last visited the mansion, and the irises had been well-tended."Grandma said you bought these irises." Hayden's cool voice echoed from behind her.Back to reali
Meanwhile, rumors about Hayden's secret marriage began to simmer on the internet. It all started quite simply with a Facebook user named ChicChatter who did not beat around the bush with her posts.[I've got some hot gossip for you, ladies and gents. Big shot of the entertainment industry, Hayden Hamilton, is hitched.]When this piece of information hit the screens, many casual spectators took one glance and could not even muster the interest to comment. ChicChatter's post fell on deaf ears. Undeterred, she sought out some micro-influencers, promising them payment to share her scoop. Her account was too new and lacked credibility, so no one paid any heed to her. It was not until she offered 500 dollars per post that a certain micro-influencer, GossipWhiz, responded.GossipWhiz : [Honestly, your price per post is pretty low. Fancy sweetening the pot?]ChicChatter: [How much more?]GossipWhiz: [A grand. I'll post it for a grand.]After a bit of consideration, ChicChatter agreed: [D
[Because nobody would buy a story about him making advances. After all, Hayden is the kind of clean-cut, quality man that women would kill for. He has plenty of women on tap; he'd never have to stoop to harassing someone.][But saying he's married? That's harder to believe than the end of the world today...][If we apply the detective novel paradigm to this scoop, isn't it that if all the impossible things are excluded, what's left, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth?][What are you babbling about? Why apply a detective novel perspective to this? It's clear the gossip is baseless.][Just drop it, folks. In a place like the entertainment industry, where truth and fiction intermingle, don't believe unverified rumors.][Who says it's unverified? Just because you think Hayden couldn't possibly be married, don't forget he's human, not a deity, okay? As a human, he's subject to feelings and desires. Didn't you remember the news about Hayden visiting Gigi's set a while ago? Perhaps
Wyneth: [Mmm.]The very next moment, Amelia made a video call. Without a second thought, Wyneth accepted. As the call connected, Amelia lounged on her desk, admiring Wyneth's stunning, just-woke-up visage."Damn, girl! How is it that you're this gorgeous?" Amelia teased, a mock pout on her face. "You wake up looking radiant when the rest of us would be greasy as hell.""Did you call just to flatter me?""Nah, I'm just bored. Otherwise, why would I be scrolling through Facebook? Oh, and all that stuff I said earlier, don't take it to heart, okay?""Sure, no problem.""Hold on, where are you?" Amelia's eyes narrowed, noting the decidedly un-feminine decor of the bed Wyneth was lounging in.Wyneth never kept secrets from Amelia. "I'm at the Hamilton residence.""The Hamilton residence?" Amelia repeated, her expression transforming into one of shock. "What are you doing there? You're not still sleeping there, are you? You two are over, right?""It's a long story."Amelia was impa
"We owe each other nothing."Hayden, returning from his office, was informed by the maid that Wyneth was still sleeping, so he ascended the stairs. But just as he reached the door, he overheard Wyneth's proclamation. His hand froze on the door handle. 'We owe each other nothing? After all she did for me without me knowing, she doesn't think I owe her?'Hayden had not done anything for her. After coming out of coma, he was always busy with work. He had not even noticed she was living in the room next door until he inadvertently gave her room away. She left because she was wronged. Yet, she said now that they owed each other nothing. And, it seemed she held no grudges against him. Hayden should have been happy with this outcome. But inexplicably, not an ounce of joy bubbled up in him. On the contrary, the inexplicable flame inside him blazed even brighter. After a moment of thought, he twisted the doorknob and walked in.Wyneth, who was leaning against the bed making a phone call, loo
Observing the ideal timing, Wyneth chimed in, "By the way, I'm meeting my bestie for a shopping spree tomorrow. It's been several months since we last met, so I'll be spending the night at her place.""Spending the night at your bestie's? What sort of friend is she? Is it safe? There aren't any men in her house, are there?" Benedict was solely concerned about this."Don't worry, Grandpa, my bestie lives alone.""That's a relief. Go on then, have a blast." Having said that, Benedict seemed to recall something. He fumbled with his phone a bit but did not succeed, so he leaned over to Hayden for help. "What's going on here?"Hayden glanced at the phone, realizing Benedict was trying to make a bank transfer to Wyneth's account."You hit your daily transfer limit," he said nonchalantly. Then, he pulled out his own phone. "How much do you want to transfer?""5 million dollars... Wait, isn't 5 million dollars a bit too little? Make it 10 million dollars, quickly."The exchange between
"I heard," Hayden sighed, thinking she might tell him not to touch her."What do you think?" Wyneth asked."Me?" A small smile formed on Hayden's lips as he gently kissed her. "It's whatever you want."Wyneth's eyes sparkled. "So, you'll listen to me?"Hayden hesitated. "Except...""What?" Wyneth's tone shifted to annoyance. "You aren't backing out, right? You just said it's up to me.""It's not that I'm backing out," Hayden said, "I just have one condition. I'll listen to you any other time, but there's one thing I can't do.""What thing?" Wyneth asked.Hayden leaned in and whispered in her ear. Wyneth's face turned a shade of pink, and she pushed him away, gasping."You're such a creep!" she exclaimed.Hayden took her wrist, drawing her close and kissed her earlobe. "What's the matter? Isn't this okay for us? Don't you think so?" As he kissed her, he began to unbutton her collar. His voice was low and smooth. "Just listen to me this one time. For everything else, whatever y
On the ride home from the hotel, tears rolled down Wyneth's cheeks nonstop. This time, though, she was not alone by the car window. She was nestled in Hayden's arms. He wiped away each tear, comforting her all the way."Don't cry. It's just a mix-up, okay? He said he's fine and will be around for a long time," Hayden whispered.Despite his soothing words, Wyneth's tears did not cease. Seeing this, Hayden, filled with concern, gently asked, "Is this not what you wanted?"Confused, Wyneth looked up. "What are you talking about? I'm beyond happy he's alive."Hayden smiled, gently wiping her eyes. "Then why are you still crying?""I'm crying because..." Wyneth bit her lower lip, with Hector's words echoing in her mind.She had always been upset, believing her father had not wanted her years ago. But just as she was about to leave, Cindy pulled her aside. "Wyneth," her mother said gently, "your dad did want you. When I divorced him, I had just one demand.""What was it?""I wanted o
Everyone was silent. Just before entering the private dining room, Wyneth blurted out, "Is he really dying?" Hearing this, Andrew's steps halted. Before he could answer, she added, "How long does he have? Why didn't anyone say anything before?"Andrew sighed and turned around. "Is that why you're here?" Wyneth pursed her lips. A wave of uncertainty washed over Andrew. 'This mom and daughter,' he thought, 'they're here because they got it all wrong. Mom is acting differently toward Dad, too. She was all tough before, but now she's gone soft, probably thinks Dad is dying. And Dad? He's just laughing, like he's having a good time with all this mess.' Andrew hesitated, then said, "Let's talk inside." He chose to hold his words for now.Hayden and Wyneth walked into the private dining room. Cindy was passing dishes to Hector. As they entered, every pair of eyes turned their way. A divorced couple and six sons stared at Hayden. Used to the predictable world of leadership, Hayden now ventur
In the end, Wyneth decided to stay. She could see the honesty in Matilda's words and knew she was sincere. Recognizing Matilda as not her birth mother made Wyneth realize she should not hold her to the same expectations. With acceptance, she focused on building her future with Hayden, freeing herself from doubts and reservations.With Wyneth's decision to stay, Matilda's heart swelled with joy and immense honor. Realizing Wyneth's sincere intentions, not merely chasing the Hamilton family's wealth, transformed their relationship. Matilda's newfound warmth toward her was evident. Gifts, once withheld, now freely flowed into Wyneth's room. At auctions, Matilda eagerly bid on items for Wyneth. During jewelry store visits, Matilda generously bought her gifts, swiping her credit card without hesitation, and welcoming her nearly as a daughter.Wyneth received a call from her mother. Even after so many years, her mom, Cindy, was still bossy. "Your father isn't doing well. You should come to
Just at that moment, a knock sounded from outside."Sir, your mother is back," someone said.Hayden could feel the person in his arms stiffen, her body tensed. "Don't worry, I'm right here," he reassured her softly."Your mother heard that Ms. Walford is here. She wants to see her," the voice from outside continued.'Meet me?' Wyneth bit her lower lip lightly. 'Why does she want to see me? To insult me again?'"She hasn't eaten yet. She can meet her after eating," Hayden said, gently turning down the request for Wyneth. Outside, everything fell silent."Won't this offend your mom?" Wyneth's voice filled with concern as she asked.Hayden looked at Wyneth, pausing for a moment before speaking. "I know she's been mean to you," he said. Wyneth's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm sorry." He bent down and lightly kissed her forehead. "You've been treated unfairly." Seeing her blink, he added, "Let's eat first. After that, I'll go with you."Wyneth was a bit nervous, but not as anxious a
Hector was speechless as Cindy mistakenly thought he was ill. Seeing her worried face, he felt the misunderstanding might not be so terrible. He shared a look with Andrew. His eldest son caught on immediately, giving a subtle head shake. Understanding the signal not to mislead Cindy any further, Hector hesitated before gently asking, "Can I see her? Even just a glance?" It had been many years since he last saw his daughter up close, and she had not called him "Dad" in all that time.Cindy, lost in thought, stared at Hector before finally nodding as if admitting defeat. "Fine, I'll call her."Later, Wyneth fell asleep. Upon waking, she found herself on the large bed in Hayden's bedroom. She saw Hayden sitting at the sofa, busy with a computer.Hearing her movement, Hayden immediately got up and walked toward her. "Awake? Thirsty or hungry? Want something to eat first?"Having slept through lunch, Wyneth was hungry, so she nodded. "Sure."After Hayden left to give some instructions,
'He shifts moods so fast,' Wyneth thought as she stared at her unattended ringing phone.Observing her delay, Hayden asked, "What's going on?"In his mind, a thought flickered, 'She seems reluctant to take the call. Perhaps there's tension with her eldest brother?'"He's calling now; must be about him," Wyneth whispered."About your dad?"They had decided to be together, and Wyneth did not hide anything from him. "Yeah, my dad."Hayden did not utter a single word."I don't like him," Wyneth softly said, staring at her ringing phone. "Answer it for me and say I'm asleep," she whispered to Hayden as she cozied up to him. Without a word, Hayden picked up the phone and conveyed the message before ending the call.After ending the call, a curious Hector asked, "Well? Where is she?"Understanding the situation, Andrew said, "She didn't answer the phone; she's asleep."Despite hearing the words, Hector felt something was off. He sighed, "She really doesn't like me.""Don't worry, D
"Trouble recognizing faces? What do you mean?" Hector Spencer asked.Andrew sighed. "Dad, he's Wyneth's ex-husband."Hector's eyes widened in surprise. "He is? No wonder I didn't recognize him. I must've barely seen him before.""Is that what's bothering you?" Andrew asked."What else would it be?" Hector replied, still taken aback.Andrew sighed. His dad, Hector, was good at many things and never stayed mad at people. But there was one funny thing about him: he could never remember faces of people outside their family. "You don't mind?" Andrew asked.Smiling, Hector replied, "Mind what? She's told everyone, so she must be ready. I've never been the dad she favored. If I object now, won't she dislike me even more?"Andrew was left speechless by this. He had not expected Hector to have no objections. "Seems like someone doesn't need your approval."Changing the topic, Hector asked, "What about your mom? Is she back?" He had been living alone for many years.Andrew exhaled. "I t
Everyone rushed to check out Wyneth's Facebook and, sure enough, they saw her admitting to the relationship, along with a freshly taken selfie.At first, Wyneth only wanted to write a post. But after Hayden tasted the joy of going public with their relationship, he suggested taking a wefie for the official announcement. Feeling his excitement, Wyneth agreed. They posted the wefie on Facebook, captioned "Officially Together". Yet, Hayden was not done. He captured another photo, this time holding her hand, eager to share their love with the world.Since Hayden was not a celebrity or idol, he had no fan feelings to fret over. Eager to declare his love, he did not hold back. His photo captured his sharp features and dark, gem-like eyes that shone under the camera lights. The image showcased his palm holding Wyneth's fair, slender hand. Their contrasting hands highlighted his affection, radiating warmly from the photo.After the photo came out, everyone was shocked. This included fans, p