Chapter 805: Chapter 805: Please Guide Me Through the Rest of My Life
Now he has confirmed it with his eyes; she is the one he has been searching for all along.
It’s her.
It has always been her.
She has always been there.
More than twenty years ago, when she was still in swaddling clothes, a delicate little baby girl, she held onto his index finger and wouldn’t let go, smiling sweetly at him.
His mother said, "Hayden, let her be your little bride in the future, okay?"
In the many years that followed, the Crawford family was tumultuous, and he was ambushed and fled to Bayside. In the freezing cold, it was her soft little hands that touched his face. In that snowy night, she gave him a lifetime of unforgettable tenderness and strength.
Later, he met her on the train. That journey leading to Orchid Court for an arranged marriage made her his Mrs. Crawford.
Finally, the figure he had been fervently searching for in his mind overlapped with this exquisite face in front of him.
She was his.
No one was able to take her away.
Yet she was right in front of him, and he didn’t even know.
Throughout these years, time was short but emotions were deep. The youthful days he couldn’t finish telling were filled with her scattered footprints along the way.
"Serena," Hayden Crawford furrowed his handsome brows and gently kissed her fragrant forehead, pressing down on her with his strong, pulsating body, wanting to share his inner turmoil with her, "Did you know earlier than I did?"
Serena Sterling raised her hand, and that jade pendant engraved with his surname dangled in the air, pulled by the red string. She blinked her delicate eyes at him, "Mr. Crawford, is this what you’re talking about? Yes, I knew before you did, but I didn’t tell you. I just wanted to see when this big fool would finally find me. You said you would come back for me."
Hayden Crawford cradled her exquisite face in his hands and spoke to her softly, "Serena, I’m sorry I came late... I just...never expected it to be you... I was tossed about from a young age, never dared to hope for such favor from fate... We’ve been separated several times, but nobody’s ever been able to take you away... time and again, you came back to my side..."
His father, Jude Crawford, once said to him, "Hayden, you’re luckier than I am."
At that time, Hayden couldn’t understand his father’s words, but now he finally did.
He was late.
If she hadn’t been taken away by Seraphina Linden when she was little, how would things have been between him and her?
Would these years have seen her grow up by his side?
But destiny has its own arrangements. Just one glance on the train, and he was already deeply captivated. Feeling emotion without knowing its origin, an endless, profound affection.
Under Serena’s soft palm, his muscles tensed like iron. She sensed his overwhelming surge of emotions.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as Serena slowly reached out, wrapping her arms around his strong waist. "Mr. Crawford, then I shall forgive you because, although you’re late, you never truly missed your place. The past cannot be revisited, but for the future, please guide me well."
For the future, please guide me well.
Hayden Crawford’s firm lips pressed against her soft, fragrant forehead, kissing it over and over, never seeming to get enough. Somehow, he felt this girl filled his heart entirely.
"In the future, also guide me well." Hayden Crawford’s lips moved down, gently pecking at her red lips.
Serena Sterling opened a sweet smile, wrapping her small hands tightly around him and then responding to his kiss shyly yet eagerly.
A few minutes later, the two parted, breathless and flushed.
But their lips remained close, so near they could feel each other’s heartbeat and pulse, Hayden’s defined hand grasping her slender waist, teasing her as his Adam’s apple moved up and down. "Serena, I want..."
They hadn’t been intimate for a long time. She didn’t allow him to touch her, and now he wanted...
He wanted to restrain himself. He knew he had been frequently demanding, his physical desire intense. Holding her, kissing her, not seeing her all day; just one glance at her, and he would already react.
She was right; he indeed had the nature of a little wild dog.
So it felt like a long time since he touched her, desiring it now, afraid she might refuse.
Serena hugged the man’s neck, her swollen, bright lips inching forward to kiss him. "Mr. Crawford, whenever you want, I’m yours... I’m all yours..."
I’m all yours.
Hayden Crawford scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the soft bed, then leaned down.
Serena was always a bit shy, her delicate demeanor carrying an added charm. Her dense lashes trembled nervously; she closed her eyes, not daring to look at him.
"Serena, open your eyes and look at me." Hayden Crawford coaxed as he kissed her red lips in a hoarse voice.
Serena was coaxed into opening her eyes, falling into his burning gaze, as he continued to stare deeply into her.
A blush slowly spread across Serena’s exquisite face, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, her eyes sparkling, her body so soft and tender like a captivating temptress enchanting his soul.
Hayden felt he couldn’t hold back anymore; he reached to pull at his belt. But just then, they heard Auntie McCoy’s voice from outside, "Where is the young master? The young master is missing?"
Auntie Mccoy slapped her thigh, "Oh no, could it be that the young master snuck into the young lady’s room?"
"Look, the young lady’s window seems to be open."
"Let’s hurry and check on the young lady."
Knocking on the door, the aunties anxiously said, "Miss, are you alright? We found the young master missing; be careful not to let him sneak in through the window to get you at night!"
Serena’s face turned crimson. She pushed Hayden away, trying to speak.
But Hayden reached for the blanket and covered both of them inside.
"Mr. Crawford... Mmm!"
Hayden lowered his head, blocking her red lips, forceful and domineering. Tonight, no one was going to ruin his plans!
Whoever tried, he’d oppose them!
...
The next morning, Serena woke up late. Last night, she and Hayden had exhausted their energies with each other, going to bed very late.
Hayden hadn’t risen either, his strong arms holding her tightly in his embrace. Realizing she had moved, he lazily kept his eyes closed, his lips fondly brushing her forehead. "Serena, sleep a little longer."
Serena felt so warm, the two of them sticking together. His chest was like a furnace, and she turned over to free herself, rolling to the edge of the bed to sleep.
But in the next moment, Hayden’s long arm stretched out and pulled her back into his embrace. "Mrs. Crawford, when it’s cold, you snuggle into my arms, but when it gets hot, you push me away. You truly exemplify the stark reality of being a woman."
Serena, "..."
At this moment, another knock at the door, with Auntie McCoy’s heavy and anxious voice, came through. "Miss, Young Master, there’s trouble, something’s happened!"