CHAPTER 865: CHAPTER 865: MR. CRAWFORD IS BACK!

Serena Sterling froze, her gaze locked on that figure and couldn’t look away at all, Hayden Crawford... Hayden Crawford...

This figure was so familiar, familiar to the bone; she couldn’t be mistaken.

A crystalline mist quickly formed in Serena’s bright eyes, she was happy, really happy, and her vibrant red lips slowly curved up, Hayden Crawford... Hayden Crawford returned.

He finally came back!

Serena twitched her flushed little nose, then trembled as she reached out her small hand to touch the figure on the car window.

But just as her soft finger pads touched it, that tall, straight figure suddenly vanished.

Disappeared.

What happened?

Where is Hayden Crawford?

Serena’s little hand touched the car window, cold and without any warmth, she abruptly awakened, it was just her illusion.

He didn’t come back.

He still hasn’t come back.

All of a sudden, the tears in Serena’s eyes burst forth, her delicate shoulders trembling, crying uncontrollably.

She had been so strong during this time, not mentioning Mr. Crawford with a single word, but there was a wound in her heart, so painful that it couldn’t be touched, a touch would bring heart-wrenching pain.

Hayden Crawford, her Mr. Crawford...

Why hasn’t he returned yet?

Serena tightly hugged little Willow Crawford in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

In this moment, she allowed the longing to be like a tide, instantly overwhelming her.

The bus took her on the road home, the road was so long, Serena cried herself tired, and simply closed her eyes, falling into a dream.

...

She was dreaming.

Had a very long, long dream.

The last bus home raced down the bustling street, then the driver suddenly braked, the door opened, and someone came up.

It was two men in black, then they carried up a wheelchair on which a person sat.

Serena couldn’t see the man’s face, he was dressed in black, a black cap on his head, seemingly not wanting others to see his face.

His body was hunched, so thin, as if gravely injured, his entire frame had severely withered and deformed, he once should have been a handsome young man, now had aged so much at once, like a tranquil elder.

The men in black pushed the wheelchair over, the person came close to her, closer, then stopped beside her.

The person got up, his movements were difficult and slow as he stood from the wheelchair, like a slow-motion replay in a movie, and sat on the seat beside her.

He came over.

Serena seemed to smell a faint scent of disinfectant, the smell of a hospital, besides this scent, there was a clean, crisp masculine aura which felt so familiar.

He leaned over slowly, reaching out his distinctly jointed large hand, lifting the little blanket on Willow’s clasped small body, and gazed at Willow’s delicate little face.

Willow suddenly awoke, her big sleepy eyes opened wide, looking at the man.

The man reached out, gently and affectionately stroking Willow’s little face.

"Daddy~"

Willow sweetly called out.

"Daddy~ Hah, Daddy~"

"Heh."

The man next to her gave a low chuckle, his voice extraordinarily hoarse, like it had been roughened.

Then he made a gentle silencing gesture, preventing Willow from speaking further.

Who was he?

Serena’s long lashes trembled, wanting to open her eyes, was this a dream, is this a dream?

She wanted to see his face, wanted to know who this man was?

Why did he feel so familiar to her?

Then the man slowly draped his arm over the seat back behind her, his large hand cradling her small head, letting her rest on his shoulder.

His shoulder was no longer upright, weakened like an elder’s, yet there was a reassuring and calm power about him, making her want to lean on it forever, never leaving.

The surroundings were quiet, the bus moved forward, with only the three of them aboard.

The man beside her held her, then looked down at her little face, slowly leaning closer, pressing his wing to touch her delicate skin, gently and tenderly rubbing, carrying deep attachment and longing.

Soon, his lips touched hers, grazed her soft red lips.

He kissed her gently, sketching her lovely lip line bit by bit, as if treating a rare treasure.

He didn’t use force, didn’t dare to.

Just kissed for a few seconds, really only a few seconds, so short it felt like a dream, he let her go.

His body began to tremble, his breathing labored.

Serena heard his rapid breathing, he seemed to be having difficulty breathing, his emaciated chest rising and falling, inhaling, exhaling, maybe in the next second he would stop breathing.

The two men in black quickly placed an oxygen mask on his face and lifted him onto the wheelchair.

He left.

He left...

Serena watched his weakened silhouette, trying to open her mouth to call him, but she closed her red lips, unable to voice her pain.

Soon he disappeared from her sight.

Don’t go.

Don’t go!

I’m begging you, don’t go!

Hayden Crawford!

Serena screamed heart-piercingly, abruptly opening her eyes.

As she opened her eyes, her face felt so hot, as if something had just dropped on her, she remained on the bus, just her face blurred with tears, her little face full of them.

Serena suddenly felt confused, what happened to her, was it just a dream?

The bus still drove smoothly, Willow lay in her arms, her delicate little face buried in the blanket, sleeping soundly, just as she was before she fell asleep, nothing had changed.

It was a dream after all.

She dreamed of... Hayden Crawford.

That weakened man was Hayden Crawford.

Was it because she missed him too much, so she hallucinated?

But the dream just now felt so real, as if he was right beside her, never having left.

--Daily Story from Lulu Liu--

She confessed, she was indeed seducing him.

Jude Crawford paused, looking at her current demeanor, surprised that beneath her cold, captivating exterior lay such a bright and fiery side, since meeting at the temple, she’d tried every means to get close to him, to catch his attention.

Jude Crawford pressed his thin lips together, saying, "I’m not interested in little girls."

She was still way too young.

Isabelle Willow tightened her hold on his neck, "Then... can you wait for me, until I grow up?"

Jude Crawford gave no answer.

"I will grow up soon, for these years you’re not allowed to date other girls, not even to look at them, okay? Jude Crawford, you are mine, and I am yours!"

Isabelle feared, afraid that in this life Jude Crawford would fall in love with someone else, so she wanted to make a personal promise with him.