He looked up at the luxurious curved ceiling, and Hayden Crawford stretched out an arm, moved slightly, "Turn around, sleep in my arms." He wanted to hold her. Serena Sterling didn’t move; right now, little Caden Crawford was in her arms, his small hand tightly clutching her clothes, his little face nestled against her. "Caden is here, so I’ll sleep ." Serena Sterling refused. She actually refused. Hayden Crawford’s handsome and noble face turned cold, his eyes narrowed, and he got out of bed. He went around to the inside of the bed and reached out to hold little Caden Crawford. Serena Sterling was startled and quickly held the little baby tighter, wary, "Hayden Crawford, what are you doing?" "I’m taking Caden back to his own room," Hayden Crawford said expressionlessly. In his sleep, little Caden Crawford moved uneasily, trying to shake off Hayden Crawford’s reaching hand. "Let go, you scared Caden, don’t treat him like that!" Serena Sterling was a bit anxious, she raised her hand and "slap" hit Hayden Crawford’s hand surface. Hayden Crawford looked down, and his hand surface was reddened from the hit. His lips thinly moved as he spoke coldly, "The one who should let go is you, release your hand." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovєlFіre.net "No, the one who should leave is you, Hayden Crawford, go away!" Hayden Crawford was infuriated, his handsome face darkened as if it would drip water, he reached out and pinched Serena Sterling’s delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Serena Sterling, are you still unclear about your own identity, whose woman are you, huh?" His tall and strong figure cast a shadow, an imposing presence, closely compelling Serena Sterling, asking her whose woman she was. She was his woman; during the day, having Caden Crawford cling to her was one thing, but at night, would she still sleep with him? Who would then sleep with him? Why should Caden Crawford occupy all her time? Serena Sterling’s strength was no match for him, and now her chin was painfully pinched by him, but just then, Hayden Crawford suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand, and he instantly released his grip. It turned out that little Caden Crawford had opened his eyes and fiercely bit down on his large hand. Hayden Crawford winced in pain, little Caden Crawford had bitten him so hard he bled. "Caden, are you awake?" Little Caden Crawford clung to Serena Sterling with all his might, his big eyes like black grapes bravely and defiantly looked at his father, as if to say Dad was not allowed to bully the fairy teacher! Hayden Crawford’s handsome eyelids were filled with dark clouds, the aura like a ghastly lord of hell, ready to end anyone at any moment, "You little rascal, are you rebelling against me?" He raised his hand, wanting to give little Caden Crawford a slap. Serena Sterling instinctively protected little Caden Crawford tighter in her arms, she shouted, "Hayden Crawford, you are not allowed to hit him!" Hayden Crawford paused his hand. He looked at the mother and son as if facing a great enemy, as if he was the unforgivable villain. Hayden Crawford cursed inwardly, feeling there was no place for him in this home. He should step aside and give this home to this pair; after all, there’s no hitting or scolding, they are both on top of his head! Hayden Crawford withdrew his hand and turned to leave. Soon, Auntie Mccoy’s voice was heard from outside, "Sir, it’s so late, are you going out? Sir!" Serena Sterling heard the "bang" of the closing door and then the sound of a car engine starting on the lawn outside; he had left. Hayden Crawford stormed out of Maplewood Villa late at night, slamming the door. "Ms. Sterling, why did the sir leave?" Auntie Mccoy asked outside, worried they might have had a conflict. Serena Sterling’s tense nerves quickly relaxed as she curled her pale lips, "Auntie Mccoy, just let him go, I’m so tired." She was truly exhausted, wanting to rest. Hayden Crawford didn’t return all night but did not stop Serena Sterling and little Caden Crawford from meeting; Serena Sterling was quite carefree. A trainee kindergarten teacher was recruited again, a pretty college girl, from a not-so-well-off family, coming to work during the holidays, named Ella. This Ella particularly liked little Caden Crawford, "Caden, would you like a lollipop from Ms. Ella? Besides Ms. Sterling, Ms. Ella can also play with you, and Ms. Ella knows a lot more than Ms. Sterling." Little Caden Crawford didn’t even look at the lollipop or pay attention to Ella, cold and aloof. "Caden." At this moment, Serena Sterling came over. Little Caden Crawford quickly seemed to change, running over to hold Serena Sterling’s hand. Ella quickly hid the lollipop and looked at Serena Sterling with a sweet smile, "Ms. Sterling, indeed this Crawford family Crown Prince likes you, what method did you use? I need to learn from you more during my free time." Serena Sterling frowned slightly; she didn’t like Ella’s "Crawford family Crown Prince" reference to little Caden, but she didn’t expose it, "Sure, we’ll chat sometime." Serena Sterling took little Caden Crawford away. Outside, little Caden Crawford raised his delicate little face to look at Serena Sterling, "Fairy teacher, I don’t like that Ms. Ella." Serena Sterling playfully blinked and whispered, "Shh, Caden, we shouldn’t speak ill of others behind their backs, but coincidentally, Ms. Sterling doesn’t really like that Ms. Ella either." The mother and son exchanged a smile. Evening, Crawford Group. The Crawford Group, this empire in the business world, spans several continents, influencing an era’s economic lifeline; it stands towering and luxurious in the clouds, worthy of awe. On the 46th floor in the VIP conference room, all the directors were here for the quarterly sales report meeting. Hayden Crawford sat at the head seat, today wearing a grey shirt and black trousers, with a tie around his neck, his handsome and noble appearance exuding the sharp decisiveness of a top business leader, and the mature allure of a man. However, this time Hayden Crawford seemed somewhat preoccupied during the meeting, his expression indifferent, his long fingers frequently tapping his phone at his side, unsure what he intended to check. The directors secretly glanced at his handsome expression, not daring to breathe. At this moment, Hayden Crawford lowered his eyes to glance at the wristwatch, it was already 8 PM, he stood up quietly, "Meeting is adjourned, disperse." Hayden Crawford picked up the documents beside him and walked away swiftly. He pushed open the door of the CEO’s office and walked in, throwing the documents onto the desk, raising his hand to loosen the tie around his neck in a swift yet lazy motion. With his back turned, his hips leaned against the edge of the desk, his tall and fit body slightly bent down, exuding an indefinable strong visual appeal. Hayden Crawford picked up the phone again, flipping through the call display and messages, finding it empty. Serena Sterling hadn’t sent a single message.