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
Wyneth frowned. 'Did I accidentally order room service in my sleep?' She eyed the hotel employee member skeptically. "I don't recall ordering any food."The hotel employee gave her a sweet smile. "Ms. Walford, you're in the Presidential Suite. When you returned to your room, our system notified the restaurant, and they prepared and sent over your lunch."Wyneth hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, allowing the hotel employee to set dishes on the table. To her surprise, every dish was one of her favorites, rendering her momentarily speechless."Enjoy your lunch, Ms. Walford, and have a wonderful day!" the hotel employee said warmly.With a puzzled look, Wyneth asked, "Is this a regular hotel service?"Under Wyneth's questioning look, the hotel employee seemed uneasy and avoided her gaze. "Of course," she replied, still not meeting Wyneth's eyes.Glancing at the spread on the table, Wyneth gave a small sigh. It was not like she could just send it all back. "Thanks," she said
'He bought the hotel? That explains the strange look from the hotel employee earlier.' Wyneth exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"Hayden grinned, keeping his cool. "Maybe I am. Can I come in?"Wyneth did not know what to say. After giving Hayden a stern look, she turned and walked inside. She did not close the door, which left Hayden hesitating for a moment. He thought she was mad and might give him the cold shoulder again. But when he realized she was letting him in, he smiled and followed. After stepping in, he shut the door. It was the first time she had ever let him into her room, and Hayden felt pretty good about it."I only have two pairs of slippers here, one for me and one for Yoyo. Sorry, none for you.""That's fine."Hayden stepped in, deciding to go barefoot.Wyneth smirked. "Not worried about your image, huh?"Hayden thought, 'Does looking good really matter now? If I were worried about that, I wouldn't have hung out in the hotel lobby, trailed her to her floor, or stood out
'Why is he pretending? If he really remembered me, why didn't he look for me later? He didn't even know who I was when we saw each other again. To him, I was just a kid he helped one day, and that's it.'Wyneth took only a few sips before setting her spoon down. Turning to Hayden, who had not really eaten much, she said, "You ordered all this food. I can't eat it all. Make sure you finish it, so it's not wasted."When Wyneth put her spoon down, Hayden did the same. "You're not eating anymore?""I'm done.""You didn't eat much. You have filming later, right? Will you be okay with that little?""That's for me to worry about," Wyneth said, giving him a look. "But you ordered all this. Don't let it go to waste."Hayden chuckled. "Remember when you were little, and you'd always order too much? I ordered these with that in mind.""Oh, did you? Well, if I can't finish, you should. Think you can handle it all?" Wyneth asked, looking at him with a playful challenge."I can handle it," H
"Let go!" Wyneth said, struggling and stepping back. Hayden's expression dimmed at her resistance, but after a moment, he released her. "Fine, if you can't accept it now, we'll take it slow.""Why would I want to take things slow with you?" Wyneth pulled back her hand and glared at the reddened mark on her wrist. "Look what you did! Bully!"Her delicate wrist and pale skin made the red mark stand out even more. Hayden saw it too and said sheepishly, "I didn't mean to grip that hard.""You're saying you didn't grip hard?" Wyneth shot back. "Then who left this mark?"Hayden was about to respond, but seeing her raised hand, he knew he was in the wrong. He stepped closer, saying gently, "My bad. I'll be gentler next time." Then, taking her fingers, he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the red mark.Feeling his warm lips on her wrist, Wyneth jerked her hand away, demanding, "What are you doing?"Hayden, noting her blushing ears, grinned. "I hurt you. Shouldn't I ki