Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Mr. Crawford, You Made the Little Maid Cry
Melody Ashworth looked as though she had been struck by lightning, her face ashen.
She stared blankly at Hayden Crawford, wondering where the Hayden who said "whatever you like" had gone. Why did he suddenly make such a biting remark about her choice?
Indeed, men’s words are deceiving!
Hayden didn’t look at Melody again, as if to suggest that he was merely giving his evaluation when she asked for it.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward, and Justin Xavier quietly withdrew his gaze. He took out his phone from his pocket, opened Weibo, and immediately saw the post Leah Thorne had just made.
Leah had shared a photo of herself and Serena Sterling on the deck, their faces mosaicized. The post was already trending in hot searches,
"Oh my god, Beauty Thorne is wearing a bikini."
"Who is the beauty beside Beauty Thorne? Wow, that figure!"
"Dare you tilt the camera down a bit, even as a woman, I’m drooling over their bodies."
"The beauty beside Leah must be the beautiful Serena. Beauty from the South and North, what divine looks!"
Justin quickly put away his phone and headed outside, reminding Hayden as he walked, "Come out for a moment."
...
Hayden and Justin both came out, and Melody, unsure of what was happening, naturally followed.
"President Xavier, why did you call us out?"
The next second, Melody’s words came to an abrupt halt because she saw Serena and Leah on the deck.
Melody’s pupils shrank, her face quickly turning very unpleasant, because she saw Serena wearing the same goose yellow bikini as hers, creating a fashion clash between them.
If Melody was trying to look young, then Serena truly was young; under the goose yellow, her exposed arms were as fair as jade, and her silk-like long hair danced in the wind, so pure and fresh, as if she could be squeezed for water.
Although Melody disliked Serena very much, from the moment she got a new face, every morning upon seeing that stunning face in the mirror, her mood lightened remarkably. She truly adored Serena’s looks.
But now she suddenly realized a problem: although she had a new face, she didn’t have a new body.
At this moment, Melody realized with utter clarity that fake is fake; it can never become real.
Melody looked at Hayden beside her, only to see that his gaze was fixed on Serena, unwilling to move away.
Hayden’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Serena, and soon he pressed his lips together, a touch of gloom shrouding his handsome features.
Because there were several socialite gentlemen surrounding Serena and Leah, and one gentleman’s gaze lingered on Serena, clearly smitten by her.
Though Serena wasn’t enthusiastic, out of courtesy, she responded a few times. The wind on the deck was strong, teasing the strands of hair beside her cheeks, and Hayden noticed her profile, exuding an inexplicitly clean and exquisite charm.
Melody quickly displayed a look of jealousy and resentment, but she softly remarked, "Wow, Cherie really has a great figure, Leah was right. My maid really suits bikinis well, look at how all those gentlemen are smitten with my maid."
While speaking, Melody reached out and held Hayden’s arm, "I asked you a while back to introduce me to some wealthy people, but it seems like I don’t need it anymore. My maid has a knack for charming men, they’re all circling around her. However, her face isn’t pretty enough, otherwise, more men would go crazy for her."
Melody kept smearing Serena’s name, finally reinforcing the point about appearances in front of Hayden.
Serena just thought someone was speaking ill of her, so she turned around and looked over.
Hayden immediately saw her, looking at Cherie’s face, which wasn’t beautiful, at most, delicate. But a pair of clear eyes gleamed stunningly on her face, with lashes fluttering, so pure and endearing.
Serena had already managed to compensate for her face’s flaw with her figure. Hayden looked at her, finding it hard to look away.
Precisely because of this, his handsome face turned dark, so much so sadness seemed to drip out because he realized the little maid was becoming increasingly attractive to him.
Attraction seemed to have reached a point where he couldn’t resist.
Hayden disliked having his emotions driven by others; the woman he loved was Serena Sterling. Why was he so interested in a maid?
This feeling was so strange.
Serena could obviously see the cold, unpleasant look on Hayden’s face. Ever since she barged into his room to change his bandages that night, he hadn’t shown her a pleasant face.
He probably despised her now.
Seems like Melody’s little tricks were quite effective; he had grown very much to dislike her.
At this time, Leah also saw Hayden and Melody, quickly pulling Serena over, "Mr. Crawford, Serena, doesn’t this little maid look pretty in a bikini?"
Hayden noticed the several gentlemen on the deck still staring at Serena. These men had seen countless women; their gaze on Serena was quite inappropriate. Hayden felt a dark, violent surge of emotion within his chest. He compressed his lips, saying, "Not pretty, hideous!"
Leah, "..." Hayden must be blind.
Serena’s face paled. Her impression of Hayden was always that of a gentleman; he’d never call a woman hideous. For him to criticize her so crudely now showed how deeply he detested her, beyond what she could imagine.
Serena, being just a girl, clenched her fingers beside her, and spoke, "I’m going back to my room first."
She lifted her foot and walked away.
Leah watched Serena’s graceful figure leave, then looked at Hayden, "Mr. Crawford, see, you made that little maid cry."
Hayden remained silent, his face quite unpleasant.
Leah playfully fluttered her lashes, "Usually when a man makes a girl cry it’s because... he likes..."
"Like," as soon as these two words fell, Hayden’s gaze flickered, and Melody’s face changed dramatically, "Leah, you..."
"Ah, sorry Serena, I spoke nonsense, don’t mind." Leah quickly covered her mouth, looking so innocent.
Melody was furious, but Leah was her best friend, and she couldn’t explode.
At this point, Leah seemed to finally notice Justin, who hadn’t spoken up, and she looked at him frankly and generously, curving her alluring red lips, "President Xavier, what a coincidence, hello."
Justin didn’t speak, he and she had reached the point of saying "hello" when they met.