Chapter 622: Chapter 622: Warming Him in Her Arms
"Hayden Crawford, your wound is infected, and now you’ve been caught in the rain. If you go on like this, are you just giving up on your own body?"
Hayden clasped her delicate shoulder and turned her around, holding her petite face in his large hand, obsessively repeating, "Serena, I just don’t want you to leave."
He lowered his head and directly kissed her red lips.
Serena Sterling’s pupils contracted; at this moment, how could he still be thinking about kissing, "Hayden Crawford, let go!"
She forcefully pushed him away.
Her movement tore at the wound on his back, causing Hayden’s tall physique to sway twice, then with a "boom," he knelt on one knee in the rain.
One of his large hands supported him on the ground, tiny raindrops rolling over his excessively exquisite facial features, while a layer of coldness colored his elegant brows and eyes.
Hayden slightly closed his handsome eyes, his throat bobbing up and down, and after a few seconds, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, a trace of crimson already in the depths of his profound eyes.
He slowly said, "Serena, if you dare leave, one day I will wash Alani in blood to make you pay a terrible price."
Alani was Serena Sterling’s home.
Serena suddenly froze, staring in shock and fear at the man kneeling in the rain.
Her whole body trembled, this... devil!
The damp bangs covered his sharp eyes, and he looked at her, his expression persistent and ominous as he stretched out a large hand, "Come here."
Serena Sterling mechanically moved her legs and walked over.
"I told you, you can’t escape, Serena."
Hayden Crawford closed his eyes and fell.
...
Night fell, and the rain worsened. The dilapidated wooden hut swayed in the storm.
Serena Sterling found a needle, heated it with fire, and barely stitched up Hayden Crawford’s wound. He wouldn’t let her leave, and she couldn’t find a husband.
Serena sat by the bed, watching Hayden on it. Earlier, he had a severe fever of 42 degrees, and now his entire body was cold again.
He was still unconscious, his handsome face pale to the point of darkness, and his dashing features appeared exceptionally stern and frigid, with an ominous obsession.
Serena suddenly realized a problem. Three years later, Hayden Crawford’s obsessive-compulsive disorder had worsened, and his possessiveness and control over her were almost pathological.
Earlier, when he knelt in the rain saying he would one day wash Alani in blood, Serena had already seen the powerful aura of a sovereign in him.
No matter how she hid his heritage, the blood of Westria’s true warriors coursed through his veins, and inevitably one day, he would ascend to the throne.
Then for her, as the queen of Alani, how would their destinies unfold?
Would he one day ascend to reign over the world, and if she left, he would lead mighty forces to conquer her homeland, attack her cities, and paint the lands red with blood?
The mere thought of it chilled Serena to her core. She took out a piece of white paper and pen, wrote something down, and finally imprinted it with his fingerprint.
Folding the paper carefully, she put it away securely.
Having done all this, her heart unexpectedly felt lighter and more at ease.
She reached out a small hand to touch his forehead.
The next second, her slender wrist was grasped by his large hand, and he coveted the warmth in her skin, "Cold... cold..."
There weren’t any extra blankets here.
Serena Sterling bit her moist lower lip with her delicate white teeth, then lifted the blanket, her dainty body slipping into his arms.
Serena wrapped her slender arms around his strong waist, pressing her warm body against his icy skin.
After a while, he seemed even colder.
Perhaps he wouldn’t survive the night.
Serena looked at his pale, handsome face and tightly pressed thin lips. Injured as he was, he exuded a certain frail elegance, much like a dignified noble son.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached to undo her clothes, slipping her small hand into his shirt, feeling his firm and narrow waist...
Warm meets cold.
Soft embraces hard.
Pressing against his icy skin, Serena shrank in his arms, trembling with her delicate shoulders.
Yet her body temperature rose until it was searing.
No matter how cold it gets, a man’s and a woman’s embrace is always the best way to keep warm.
His body temperature showed signs of warming up, but it wasn’t obvious.
Having decided to save him and decided on the path ahead, Serena was no longer tentative. She dropped her long eyelashes and let her small hand slide down his narrow waist...
Hayden Crawford had a dream.
He was walking in a desert, the blazing sun above him, his throat parched, and his body temperature climbing intensely.
Suddenly, he opened those deep eyes and saw who was on top of him.
Serena Sterling was astride him, her long black hair spilling luxuriously over her shoulders, her skin like jade, glowing with a translucent luster.
Hayden’s deep pupils contracted suddenly. A scion of heaven like him had never imagined waking up beneath her.
He swallowed, the burning pain in his back and the provocation of this woman quickly had him narrowing his handsome brows. He reached out a large hand to tweak her slender waist, "What are you doing?"
What could she be doing, of course warming him up.
In this endless rainy night, it was the hardest to endure. He had a fever of 42 degrees, his whole body cold as an ice cellar, and holding him was useless; she had to get on top of him, using the friction of skin to create warmth.
This was the most primitive way of warming up.
But also, the most ambiguous.
Rubbing against each other was bound to spark flames.
Serena’s delicate face blushed in patches, her dark watery eyes intermingling purity with allure, making her look vibrant and alive.
She looked up at the man, his back wounded, a high cushion placed beneath him, lying in a reclined position.
His handsome face, as pale as jade, beads of cold sweat on his forehead, long eyelashes quietly drooping over his deep eyelids, right now quite elegant, indeed a feast for the eyes.
She couldn’t help but feel a desire to tease him.
The world’s top financial tycoon, imperious and domineering as he was, ended up in her hands this day.
Serena raised her pretty face, then reached out her small hand to grasp his firm jaw, "What am I doing? Of course... doing you!"
"..."
Hayden’s eyes darkened; feeling his lips dry, he extended his tongue to lick his thin lips, "Say it again, huh?"
Serena blinked her playful lashes, "If you want me to say it again, I’ll say it again, what about my dignity?"
"Heh." Hayden gazed at her intently, letting out a low chuckle from his hoarse throat.
Serena’s scalp tingled; although he was unwell, having honed his skills in the business world, his intimidating presence was inescapable, even in illness.
"I was just joking with you, West Duke, your body is warm now, so I can get off." She was about to climb down.
But Hayden’s palm detained her, directly pulling her back into his embrace with her graceful waist.