Serena Sterling was stunned; this Mrs. Sloan was indeed both impatient and straightforward. She went straight to ask if Hayden Crawford was married. There was no wave of emotion on Hayden Crawford’s handsome face. He looked back and glanced at Mrs. Sloan indifferently, then moved his thin lips, "What does my marital status have to do with you?" "..." Serena was surprised at Hayden Crawford; it’s really a case of asking boldly and daringly responding. Mrs. Sloan gave an embarrassed smile, "Young master of the Sterling family, it’s . My daughter Buena finds you extraordinarily handsome and has fallen in love with you at first sight. If you aren’t married, then my daughter..." Before Mrs. Sloan could finish, Hayden’s deep, narrow eyes landed on the blushing Buena. He said coldly, "I’m not interested in you. I have someone in mind already." Buena’s shy expression quickly halted. After all, she’s a young girl, and to be rejected so bluntly and ruthlessly by Hayden Crawford, her pretty face turned pale immediately, and tears of humiliation were swirling in her eyes. "Serena, let’s go back." Hayden turned around and walked into the wooden cabin without looking back. "Oh." Having watched the scene, Serena quickly followed him inside. Hayden Crawford and Serena Sterling had the integrity to refuse Mrs. Sloan’s meat, and soon, the two of them were staring at two bowls of plain white rice in a daze. Hayden Crawford had been a favored child since young, born with a silver spoon, with household cooks at a five-star level, living in a significantly higher standard. Looking at the white rice in front of him, he furrowed his brows, "Serena, is this the meal you made, where are the dishes?" "Mr. Crawford, haven’t you heard that even the most skilled housewife cannot cook without rice? Without dishes, how can I pull them out of nowhere?" Serena wasn’t going to endure this man’s spoiled temperament. He’s the spoiled heir, and who isn’t a little princess here? This time, Hayden Crawford furrowed his thick brows directly into a "川" shape. Serena picked up the chopsticks and ate a small bite of rice delicately, "Mr. Crawford, Mrs. Sloan had both meat and vegetables. Why don’t you go back and charm them after rejecting them earlier?" Hayden’s sharp, eagle-like gaze immediately scanned her face, "Are you suggesting... that I sacrifice my looks, use a seduction tactic?" "Yes." Serena nodded, "Anyway, Mr. Crawford has been living in romance over the past three years, should be quite adept at mingling among these women now." "Serena, why are you speaking so sarcastically?" "If I said these women from the past three years were all fake, would you believe me?" Serena’s small hand holding the chopsticks instantly froze; she looked up in shock and confusion at him, "You... what did you just say?" Hayden curved his thin lips into a shallow arc, "Serena, you really know how to pretend; if you have a problem with your ears, you should get them checked first." After saying this, Hayden got up and walked out. Serena watched his tall and imposing figure disappear from her sight, with his words "If I said these women from the past three years were all fake, would you believe me?" still echoing in her ears. Serena’s heartbeat suddenly went chaotic; the calm lake of her heart seemed to have been disturbed by the pebble he tossed, causing ripples. She doesn’t believe it. She would never forget that time when he locked her in the closet to hear the moans with other women, those were all real. He must be lying to her. Serena didn’t wait for Hayden Crawford. After Hayden went out, he never came back. Serena went to find Hayden Crawford. Soon, she saw Hayden Crawford by the river. Hayden stood in the water, holding a fork carved from wood, fishing. The clear river stretched far, with unmarried young men and women of the tribe splashing water in it, with the most handsome boy and the most beautiful girl getting splashed the most. Hayden stood in the water, dressed in black clothes rather discreetly, yet an air of clean to aloofness surrounded him, as girls in the river sneaked looks at him quickly blushing. One bold girl splashed water on him, and then more and more girls followed suit, splashing him. His black pants clung to him, revealing his well-defined chest, a perfect tight waist. The black belt at his waist cinched in, looking lower wasn’t advisable, exuding a repressive allure. Hayden Crawford’s physique wasn’t exaggerated like a fitness trainer’s but gracefully boasted a noble and perfect S curve. He actually ran here... flaunting! Serena simply sat on a big rock, her two white small feet dipping into the cool water, feeling incredibly comfortable. She turned her gaze to Hayden, surrounded by a group of girls; she saw the side lines of his physique, tut-tut, a prominent shoulder blade, a dip at the waist, a butt more protruding than a woman’s, standing tall at the riverbank, causing girls to chatter, blush and have racing hearts. Serena mischievously blinked her playful eyes, then wickedly let out a whistle. Upon hearing the whistle, Hayden quickly turned to look at her, his deep gaze lingering on her snowy feet. She wore a tribal black skirt, her long shiny hair casually tied in a flower bun, and her dust-free face akin to porcelain jade, elaborate and mesmerizing. Now her two small feet were tapping the water playfully, splashing a series of crystal water droplets, she boldly looked at him with captivating eyes, imitating an indecent whistle at him, mischievous and naughty, making him itch. Find the newest release on novel(ꜰ)ire.net Hayden’s prominent Adam’s apple rolled up and down, the thought of last night rekindled the fire, and his pants showed marks. Some sensible girl was startled, shyly backing away but still sneaking peeks at Hayden Crawford, truly torn between saying something and holding back. Serena, indifferent, sat on the rock, glanced at Hayden’s pants; his pants were entirely soaked, clinging to his thighs, among so many girls, he was indeed... extravagant. Look at how those girls have been enchanted by him. Hayden didn’t glance at those girls’ faces even once; when suddenly, his hand moved, the wooden fork swiftly and precisely pierced into the water. Soon, he caught a second one. Hayden Crawford stretched his long legs and walked towards Serena. He came and took away all the glory from the tribe’s boys; some boys glared at him in dissatisfaction. But as Hayden approached, they automatically made way for him. Hayden had a presence steeped in high standing for years, something these young boys couldn’t contend with. He walked forward and arrived in front of Serena. Water was on his hair, face, his bangs wetly adhering to his forehead, seemingly like that refined noble man, exceptionally youthful and handsome. His deep narrow eyes gazed at her flower-like face, he chuckled lowly, "What are you whistling for?"