Wyneth was about to sip her drink when she heard some noise at the entrance. The roses that were there before were now being taken away.Serena noticed and looked really surprised. "What's going on?"Wyneth took a few gulps of the warm drink, watching the roses being carried away, and her face turned into a frown. She thought that probably only Hayden's people would do that. 'Did I make him so mad talking about the past that he even wants his flowers back?'The rest of the team was just as clueless. They had been jealous when Wyneth got flowers earlier that day. Even though there was no name with them, everyone figured they were from Hayden. The surprising news spread quickly. But not everyone was convinced it was true, and whispers started about the previous Le Palais flower incident.[Come on, isn't it common knowledge that Hayden has already sent flowers and visited Gigi before? I don't really like Gigi, but she's clearly the official girlfriend.]After sending this message, th
Upon hearing that, Serena looked over at Wyneth, trying to gauge her emotions. But Wyneth's face was unreadable. Serena thought, 'She really doesn't care. Her strength is genuine.' With a small smile, Serena whispered, "Maybe there's a misunderstanding.""Misunderstanding?" Wyneth looked back at Serena, recalling their past encounter at Hayden's office. "Not at all. He probably realized something." With that, she walked away quickly.Serena wanted to call out to Wyneth but found herself speechless. She could only watch as the workers struggled with the roses. Their difficulty only deepened her frustration with Hayden. 'Why can't Hayden be more patient with girls? If she turns him down, taking back the flowers is too much. Doesn't she deserve some respect?'Serena felt a flash of irritation toward Hayden. However, remembering he was her boss and signed her paycheck, she pushed those feelings aside. As she prepared to leave, a man near the entrance caught her attention. He was giving
"Stand up."The two women blinked. "Huh?""Walk out of this makeup room, and you'll see. You know the way, right? And just so you know, I don't simply dislike roses; I despise them." After saying this, Wyneth closed her eyes, giving off a vibe that she did not want to waste her time talking to them.Seeing her react, the two snide women bristled. One sneered, "Such a show-off. Even if she liked those roses, she wouldn't say so now that they're gone."The other added, "Why even waste time on her? Look at her, all flustered. No wonder she's snapping at us.""Hmph, right. She thinks just because she has a few powerful brothers, Mr. Hamilton favors her? Think again. Mr. Hamilton wouldn't give her the time of day."Despite their gossip, Wyneth kept her eyes closed, unaffected. Seeing this, the two women left, frustrated. After they left, some people approached, trying to comfort Wyneth."Don't let them bother you, Wyneth. They always talk, especially when someone's having a tough tim
Wyneth stopped short. 'Camellias? How did he find out?'"Surprised?" Serena asked. "The lead worker mentioned you weren't into roses, so they brought camellias. Guess you really like them, huh?"Wyneth did not say a word."At first, I figured he was just being petty, like he'd trash the roses if he couldn't have you," Serena said. "But no, he just wanted to change them out. Shows how much he notices about you." Seeing Wyneth's lack of response, Serena playfully swung her sword, aligning its tip with Wyneth's. "Honestly, I've never seen Mr. Hamilton be this nice to a woman. It's totally new."Wyneth finally met Serena's gaze. "Really?"Serena nodded. "Yeah.""So, should I be thanking him or something?"Serena paused, then replied with an uneasy laugh, "Nah. If Mr. Hamilton is being nice, it's not 'cause he wants you to thank him.""You trying to sell me on him?""Sell you on him? Not exactly," Serena replied. "I just owe him a favor and wanted to make good on it." Wyneth chuckl
Bruce gazed at her, sure of what she was thinking. After a moment, he asked, "Are you sure about this? You haven't seen him in a while. If not now, eventually.""I know, Bruce," Wyneth replied. "But you saw me filming action scenes all morning. I'm wiped out and don't have the energy for him." Bruce stayed silent. Seeing his hesitance, Wyneth playfully wrapped her arm around his, giving it a gentle shake."Bruce," she cooed. When he did not answer, she persisted with a pout. "I really don't want to go. I just want to head back to the hotel."Bruce sighed and looked at her. "You always pull that move. You've done it since we were kids. I thought you'd changed."Smiling, Wyneth said, "Age doesn't matter, neither does change. If this trick still gets your attention, why not use it?"After she left home and went through her divorce, Bruce believed Wyneth had grown up. Her eyes held a calmer, more distant look than he remembered from their younger days. However, watching her playful an
Hayden thought, 'What if she still acted like when she was little? Following me around, wearing cute clothes, even using that special name for me...' This made him really emotional. He bit his lip and put his phone down on the table.Dexter asked gently, "Isn't it time for lunch, Mr. Hamilton? Aren't you hungry?"'Hungry?' If Wyneth did not talk to him, he did not want to eat. 'I might've kept Luke away from her, but there are other guys. If she isn't thinking of me, someone else could easily become close to her. Maybe even someone I already know.' The idea made Hayden worry.Dexter noticed Hayden was quiet and did not want to eat. Trying to help, he said, "I heard Ms. Walford is at the hotel. How about asking her to lunch?" At that, Hayden's eyes lit up. Dexter thought he had done good. But instead of a thank you, Hayden said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"Dexter just chuckled, not knowing what to say. Hayden quickly took his car keys and headed out.Bruce's driver, Theo, dro
"From just my hands, you knew it was me?" Hayden asked, feeling happy and surprised. But Wyneth gave him a cold look. "Why are you so happy about that? Didn't I take care of you every day when you couldn't get out of bed for years? Recognizing you from your hands isn't a big deal."Hearing this, his earlier enthusiasm faded quickly. During the years Hayden was in a coma, Wyneth had always been there, looking after him. When he woke up, he noticed he was clean, and even his hair and beard were neatly trimmed. His room smelled fresh. He soon learned from the maid that Wyneth was his wife, and she had cared for him all that time.Hayden found the term "wife" strange. Waking up from a coma and discovering he was married? That was a shocker. His heart and soul had always belonged to his work. Sure, he might have been softer in his younger years, but he toughened up with age. While he appreciated the care, he did not harbor deep feelings for the woman now called his wife. On the day he reg
'Get sympathy?' Hayden pondered. He had not considered this tactic with Wyneth before. But seeing her reaction, he thought it might be worth a shot. 'Everyone has a soft spot, right? This idea is something I might keep in my back pocket for later.'Once they stepped out of the elevator, Wyneth said, "Stop following me. We might get snapped and end up all over the news." She took a moment, then added, "You get that I don't want to be headline news with you, right?""Yeah," Hayden replied, his voice deeper than usual, hinting at concealed emotions. "Don't stress. If we end up online, I'll make sure it gets taken down."Wyneth was taken aback. 'Is that really the issue here?' she wondered. "If you're not with me, how would we end up all over the news?""Guess so," he responded, leaving it at that.Wyneth sensed his attachment to her. He would act if she asked, but he would not leave if she told him to. Heading to her hotel room without further comment, she paused and gave him a sharp
"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