Chapter 25

'Hayden...' Wyneth's eyes narrowed as she strode forward with an air of composure, seemingly oblivious to his presence.

Hearing the footsteps, Hayden looked up, his deep gaze locked unto her. As soon as he entered the private room, he had already spotted her. She was stunning in a red velvet gown that perfectly accentuated her gorgeous figure. Her slim waist and curvaceous arms crafted a seductive silhouette. Today, her legs were hidden, yet she was even more captivating than the day before. Despite this, she walked past him expressionless.

Hayden squinted and called out, "Wyneth."

Wyneth halted, casting him a sideways glance. Her eyes were as captivating as a hook, but her voice was frosty. "What can I do for you, Mr. Hamilton?"

She bore no resemblance to the sweet, gentle, and flirtatious Wyneth he had spent time with the previous night. A headache crept up on Hayden. He raised a hand to massage his temple, drew closer to her, and whispered, "Wyneth, don't speak to me like that."