Serena obediently stood in the corner, not daring to move because in this melee of men, it was best for her to protect herself first and not be a burden to Hayden. At this moment, a bodyguard swung a wine bottle at her, causing Serena to shiver; she silently touched the silver needle at her waist. But then her vision went dark, and a clean, fresh masculine aura enveloped her, holding her securely in a protective embrace. "Bang" echoed as the wine bottle shattered. Serena looked to see that Hayden had arrived. Now, the black sleeve on his arm was torn, revealing a long gash that was shocking to behold. He had protected her just now. Serena’s breathing trembled, her heart gripped tightly as if by a giant hand. She quickly pressed her small hand against his bleeding wound. Looking at the woman’s pale face, Hayden’s tall figure was hidden in the dimness, covered in a bloody hostility. He coldly curved his lips, "Are you satisfied now, with so many men fighting over you?" Serena was momentarily speechless. At that moment, the yacht’s security and the people Justin Xavier called in all stormed in, quickly stabilizing the scene. Justin Xavier knocked down two bodyguards and ran over, "Hayden, are you okay?" "I’m fine." Hayden pressed his thin lips together, then forcefully clasped Serena’s slender wrist and dragged her away. Hayden’s strides were large, and Serena stumbled as she followed behind him. They arrived at the room’s doorway when Hayden kicked open the door and pulled Serena inside. Serena hadn’t yet stood firm when he dragged her into the bathroom, pushed her against the sink, then turned on the cold water to wash her small, alabaster wrists. What madness was this? Serena quickly furrowed her brows and began to struggle. However, the differences in strength between men and women were vast. Hayden’s long fingers forcefully gripped her, making her unable to move. He focused on scrubbing her wrists as if trying to wash off a layer of skin. Hayden felt utterly disgusted. Just thinking about her two arms being held by those two drunken young heirs and executives filled his chest with a bloodthirsty rage. For some reason, he couldn’t stand other men touching her, not even a small hand. He knew he was acting abnormally and was doing his utmost to suppress it, but still, it was no use. For original chapters go to novｅlfire.net He couldn’t endure it. Serena had sensed his temper; at this moment, she should not provoke him, so she remained quiet, letting him fuss. A few minutes later, Hayden finally stopped. He took two steps forward and directly pressed her against the porcelain wall, using two long fingers to grip her small chin forcefully, staring coldly at her, "Didn’t I warn you not to flirt outside, or don’t you understand?" Serena quickly shook her head, I did not! "Heh," Hayden let out a low, dangerous laugh from deep in his throat, "Then why don’t you do a split for me now, how about that?" Serena’s circle was relatively clean, but she had heard plenty. It was said that many wealthy people in high-end clubs would pick girls and throw heaps of cash at them, making them do splits. The wider the girls spread their legs, the more they satisfied those men’s perverted desires. Serena stared blankly at the man in front of her, suddenly realizing that although this man did not indulge with women, he understood all the ways of seducing them. She suddenly remembered an article she had once seen in a magazine that evaluated a truly mature man at 30—not only rich and powerful but also possessing eyes that could see through women. Such a man was an ultimate prize, fulfilling a woman’s every fantasy about a man. Serena couldn’t deny that she was undeniably drawn to such men, who beneath their elegant and noble facade could perfectly interpret the reckless evil charm of men, as mesmerizing as a poppy. But right now, what did he mean by this? Serena suddenly understood his ambivalent feelings for her. Could it be that... he had fallen for her? Serena’s delicate eyelashes fluttered as she anxiously observed him. Hayden also felt he had said too much; he couldn’t yet accept his feelings for a young maid. He quickly released his grip on Serena. Serena held onto his injured right arm, indicating that she wanted to bandage it for him! They returned to the room. Hayden sat on the edge of the bed while Serena stood before him, bending down to remove his blood-stained black shirt, using an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to clean his wound. Looking at the ghastly wound, Serena’s heart trembled. This injury was sustained saving her, and her watery, clear gaze was filled with tears. "Does it hurt?" Hayden’s handsome face, hidden in the dim yellow light, remained expressionless as he lightly groaned, "Yes." Serena pouted her rosy lips and blew gently on his wound. Hayden watched her, recalling the other day in the villa room when she crawled on his back, her small hands tenderly stroking him, blowing gently. In the depths of Hayden’s eyes, a hint of softness emerged. Driven by emotion, he pulled his impressive long legs together, trapping her between them. Serena quickly grabbed the fabric around his shoulders with her small hands to prevent herself from falling, but now she was wedged between his legs, him sitting, her standing, their breaths intertwining. Hayden looked at her, slowly raising his large hand to cover her mouth and nose, leaving only her clear, captivating eyes to turn around blackly. Her clear eyes were stunning and alluring, giving him an oddly familiar feeling. Not looking at her face, just these eyes made Hayden feel moved. "Who are you, really?" Hayden asked softly. Serena’s heart skipped a beat; her guess seemed confirmed. He... had fallen for her, or at least she was different to him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be jealous. Otherwise, he wouldn’t fight for her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t show such confusion in front of her. Serena’s heart melted into a mess, placing all her bets on him. She hadn’t won yet, but at this moment he already made her feel satisfied. Serena lowered her head and quickly pressed a kiss on his thin lips. Hayden’s pupils contracted; she actually kissed him! Though it was just a fleeting peck, her lips were fragrant and soft, carrying the girlish aroma he liked. Hayden clasped her slender waist, pulling her down onto his lap.