CHAPTER 808: CHAPTER 808: MESS WITH HIM? YES, MESS WITH HIM!

Besides Aunt Iris, the girl in front of him is the second person who brings warmth to him.

The encounter on the streets of Aethelgard back then left a lasting impression on him, and since then she has become the irreplaceable person in his life.

Zane Crawford looked at Serena Sterling, his thin lips pressed together, "Serena..."

Before he could call out "Serena," someone came over, "Zane, Serena, what are you talking about?"

Hayden Crawford arrived.

This conversation came to an abrupt end.

Serena turned her head, slightly tilting her head, "I was just talking to Zane for a while, nothing much."

"Hmm," Hayden nodded, he walked over and reached out his large hand, enclosing Serena’s soft and delicate hand in his palm, then looked at Zane, "Zane, come down for dinner together."

From the moment Hayden appeared, the warmth and tenderness in Zane’s eyes had faded, as if the softness of that moment was just an illusion. He returned to his usual cold elegance, "Alright, brother, you and sister-in-law go ahead, I’ll be there later."

Hayden led Serena away.

Zane stood where he was, watching their disappearing backs and their tightly held hands, a hint of dimness flickering in his eyes.

...

Hayden led Serena out, "Serena, those design drafts you handed over to Zane, were they from my mom or were they your idea?"

Serena blinked her eyelashes and said shyly, "Mr. Crawford, it was my idea, but I believe it was also Mom’s intention!"

Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow left this world too hastily, leaving too many regrets, too many unspoken words for Zane. Serena believes this was also Aunt Yara’s intention.

Hayden looked at Serena’s intelligent and lively appearance, he had already guessed it was her idea, and naturally Zane could guess it too.

Such a Serena, how could Zane ever forget her?

No matter what kind of girl Zane might meet in his life, it seems none of them can replace her.

Since finding out Zane is his biological younger brother, Hayden naturally feels a stronger familial bond, after all, as the elder brother he’s like a father figure. However, he can let go of anything, except Serena Sterling.

That’s why he went in just now.

"Serena, when are we leaving?"

Serena thought for a moment, "Since we’ve come to Aethelgard, let’s wait a few days. I’m worried about my dad and mom, plus I haven’t seen Leah in a long time and I’ve heard... Justin Xavier is getting married, right?"

Mentioning Justin Xavier, Hayden, his good brother, quickly furrowed his brows, it was clear he meant "I don’t know him," he nodded, "It seems so."

Serena glanced at him, "What do you mean by ’seems’? Either he is or he isn’t."

Hayden nodded silently, "He is."

"Oh." Serena immediately pushed Hayden away, "Then you go play with your good brother. Life’s three great joys—marrying a beautiful wife. You, who grew up in diapers with him, should go congratulate him properly."

After speaking, Serena turned and left.

Hayden, "..." What did he do wrong? Why was he ignored again?

...

Julian Rathborne and Seraphina Linden attended the funeral, the passing of a friend struck them heavily, everyone’s mood was shrouded in gloom.

Old Mrs. Rathborne spent a long time accompanying her good friend, Mrs. Crawford, who gradually regained her spirits, and of course, they received a good news—Iris Crawford woke up.

Iris Crawford finally opened her eyes after being in a coma.

After the rain passed and the sun broke through, the warm autumn sunlight shone on everyone. Everyone stood at a distance, Iris Crawford stood quietly in front of Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow’s graves wearing a black coat, commemorating the past, completely bidding farewell to the first half of her life.

Iris Crawford rested her head on Mrs. Crawford’s lap, who lovingly stroked her daughter’s long hair, "Iris, what are your plans next?"

Iris looked up, her eyes that had been dormant for years gradually lighting up, "Mom, I want to go on a trip around the world."

Mrs. Crawford nodded, "Good."

Iris Crawford packed her luggage and embarked on a solo journey. Serena Sterling frequently received postcards from her from all around the world, and Iris left her own presence in many places, her smile grew increasingly brighter, her eyes becoming increasingly radiant.

Six months later, Serena Sterling saw Iris Crawford’s social media updates, where her aunt Iris was in a relationship, and that boyfriend looked at her with eyes full of her.

Serena Sterling knew, Aunt Iris had moved on and found her true happiness.

After Mrs. Crawford regained her spirits, she began to worry for her good friend, Old Mrs. Rathborne. On a sunny afternoon, the two friends sat on a swing, each holding a cup of milk tea, Mrs. Crawford squinted, "Old Rathborne, has your son Marcus found a girlfriend yet?"

Old Mrs. Rathborne chewed on her pearl milk tea, thinking it tasted quite good, but upon hearing this topic, she immediately glanced at her friend, "Tess, why are you bringing up that useless thing when we’re in such good spirits, it’s really a buzzkill!"

Because her son had yet to find a girlfriend, she’s often teased by those old ladies, and over time, even Old Mrs. Rathborne had given up on her son.

Mrs. Crawford sighed, "Old Rathborne, ever since Jude and Yara’s accident, I feel this time flies too fast, gone in a blink, so we should do something meaningful with the limited time we have."

Old Mrs. Rathborne leaned in with her ear, "What are you thinking of doing?"

Mrs. Crawford said mysteriously, "Tonight we’ll secretly sneak a woman onto Marcus’s bed, make it happen!"

"Make it happen?"

"Yes, make it happen!"

"But what if Marcus gets angry?"

"What are you afraid of? Can he be fiercer than you? Just cry in front of him!"

Old Mrs. Rathborne exchanged glances with Mrs. Crawford, then their milk teas knocked together, this idea was indeed brilliant like a chess strategy.

Unknowing Marcus Kingsley, "..."

...

Marcus Kingsley had been very busy during this period, combined with the departure of his longtime friend Jude Crawford, his mood had been very low, everyone at the company didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

At night, Marcus returned to the Rathborne family mansion, he usually stayed at his own villa, but Old Mrs. Rathborne claimed to have a headache, feeling unwell, and pitifully said something like no one would know if she died, coaxing him to stay, Marcus didn’t know who the old lady who happily drank milk tea with Mrs. Crawford was.

Marcus finished reviewing all the documents in the study, then returned to his room and took a cold shower in the bathroom.