The two of them didn’t know that outside, the internet was already exploding. #First Young Master Hawthorne Descends Blue Rain to Pursue a Mysterious Woman# was trending at the top of the headlines. The accompanying picture was a silhouette. The two stood together, the woman extending her slender hand to catch the blue rain falling from the sky, while Silas Hawthorne turned slightly, looking at the woman beside him with a smile. The woman was very slim, and Silas Hawthorne stood by her side, obscuring her face so it wasn’t clear who she was. But the wind lifted the blue hem of her dress and her long hair, making the pair standing under this meticulously crafted blue romance appear like a perfect couple. Following this high-definition photo was another live-action image. This live-action image was even more remarkable; the blue rain was dynamic, revealing the woman’s snowy white arm and the man’s indulgent smile as he looked down, in full view. She was looking at the surprise he had prepared for her, and he was looking at her. The internet was in an uproar. Everyone was constantly speculating about who this mysterious woman could be. Who could captivate First Young Master Hawthorne, who was always uninterested in women! This blue rain continued to fall as Serena Sterling looked at the blue "raindrops" on her hand. Soon, a large hand reached over, holding a slightly damp cloth. Serena blinked, seeing Silas Hawthorne seriously wiping her hand. He carefully wiped away the blue, one finger at a time. Then his hand replaced the cloth, tightly gripping her hand once more. Serena looked at their tightly clasped hands, not pulling away. "Come with me," he said, then led Serena through the way to a pavilion. The blue rain was still falling as he released her hand. Light, romantic music began to play around them. "May I have this dance?" Silas asked with a smile. He extended his hand, looking at her with anticipation. For some reason, Serena’s nose tingled slightly. "Alright." She suppressed her emotions and placed her hand in his palm. He gripped her hand tightly. Holding her waist, he led her in a graceful dance within the pavilion. Above the pavilion, the lighting was dim; as she rested her hand on his shoulder and lifted her head, she saw his eyes looking straight at her. He was smiling, yet his eyes were fathomless. Outside, the blue rain was falling, and inside the pavilion, there was only a solitary lamp, casting their shadows long. The music was tranquil, and as it played, they slowly rotated, one step after another. It felt peaceful and romantic. The wind gently blew, lifting her hair, and the scent of her perfume drifted, causing his eyes to darken slightly. She looked at his eyes, feeling something odd, her gaze then shifted along his nose and to the upturned corner of his lips as he smiled... Serena made herself stop, she couldn’t look any longer. "Have we met before?" Serena softly changed the subject, gently resting on his shoulder, "Not in a business setting, but somewhere else?" "Yes." Silas responded with a smile, "But most were just brief encounters, you might not have noticed me." "I see." Serena blinked, nodding lightly. After a slight pause, she added, "Then, can you tell me when those times were?" Silas laughed, "That would be a long story, I’d like to save it for something we can talk about next time we meet." Saying this, he even asked again, "Is that alright?" Serena nodded, since he had a plan, she wouldn’t force him to speak. As the music neared its end, they also gradually stopped. Finally, they stood under the pavilion, looking into each other’s eyes. The feeling was a little strange, a little awkward. After about three seconds of silence. Serena couldn’t hold it in and chuckled softly. Silas laughed as well. The two inexplicably laughed together, shaking so hard they almost couldn’t stand. Finally, it was Silas who supported Serena to steady herself, or else she would have twisted her ankle in her high heels. "Let’s sit over there." He suggested, "I prepared some low-alcohol drinks, we can drink a little and watch the sea." "Okay." Serena nodded, wiping away the tears from her laughter, and followed Silas to a table by the water, took a drink, tasted it, and indeed it wasn’t strong. Thus, the two leaned against the pavilion, enjoying the breeze and chatting casually. Check latest chapters at 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 Elsewhere, the paparazzi disguised as staff were stunned, hardly believing their eyes. They looked at their cameras and then at the pair over there. They looked at each other. "If I’m not mistaken, the woman beside Silas Hawthorne is Serena Sterling!" As if to confirm, he repeated, "Just recently announced divorced, Julian Lawson’s ex-wife, Serena Sterling!" The other paparazzo swallowed hard, nodding vigorously, "You’re not wrong, I saw it too, that’s Serena Sterling." "And..." the man looked at his camera, his hands sweating, "we even captured it on film!" His voice was trembling, "Should we ask them if they want to buy it? If they do, this could be worth a lot of money!" Saying this, he intended to approach Silas Hawthorne. Luckily, someone else still had some sense, saying, "They’re on a date now, if you go over, isn’t he going to kill you?" "First put out some faceless shots online as a teaser, showing that we have material, then ask Silas’ people if they want to buy it. I guess their family already knows, if Silas can’t decide, we’ll wait until tomorrow to find the First Young Master, but we definitely can’t disturb them now." The other nodded vigorously. So, in a short time, a clip was released online. In a small pavilion under the blue rain, a man and a woman danced gracefully to the music. Although the shooting angle was tricky, and the woman’s face wasn’t clear, from her snow-white skin, slender yet graceful figure, and elegant dance steps, one could feel that she was extremely beautiful. But that wasn’t the most important thing. The most important was the look in Silas Hawthorne’s eyes as he gazed at her, which could aptly be described as utterly entranced by her. Once released, it became an instant sensation. Countless people cursed at the column that obscured the woman’s face— "Damn it, someone move this column away!" And numerous bystanders hotly debated— "Who is this woman who has made First Young Master Hawthorne so captivated?" As the internet buzzed with intense discussion, Julian Lawson’s phone vibrated. Julian Lawson glanced down, seeing a message from Ian Yates. "Silas Hawthorne and the mysterious woman’s latest gossip! Take a look!" Ian Yates had sent several links directly into the chat box. Julian recalled the scene of running into Silas Hawthorne at the Sanrio store that day, and the things he said. He clicked the respective links and saw these trending searches, along with the live images attached, and the short video of the pair dancing in the rain. He frowned slightly, with a persistent feeling that the woman’s figure was very familiar.