"From just my hands, you knew it was me?" Hayden asked, feeling happy and surprised. But Wyneth gave him a cold look. "Why are you so happy about that? Didn't I take care of you every day when you couldn't get out of bed for years? Recognizing you from your hands isn't a big deal."Hearing this, his earlier enthusiasm faded quickly. During the years Hayden was in a coma, Wyneth had always been there, looking after him. When he woke up, he noticed he was clean, and even his hair and beard were neatly trimmed. His room smelled fresh. He soon learned from the maid that Wyneth was his wife, and she had cared for him all that time.Hayden found the term "wife" strange. Waking up from a coma and discovering he was married? That was a shocker. His heart and soul had always belonged to his work. Sure, he might have been softer in his younger years, but he toughened up with age. While he appreciated the care, he did not harbor deep feelings for the woman now called his wife. On the day he reg

Wyneth frowned. 'Did I accidentally order room service in my sleep?' She eyed the hotel employee member skeptically. "I don't recall ordering any food."The hotel employee gave her a sweet smile. "Ms. Walford, you're in the Presidential Suite. When you returned to your room, our system notified the restaurant, and they prepared and sent over your lunch."Wyneth hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, allowing the hotel employee to set dishes on the table. To her surprise, every dish was one of her favorites, rendering her momentarily speechless."Enjoy your lunch, Ms. Walford, and have a wonderful day!" the hotel employee said warmly.With a puzzled look, Wyneth asked, "Is this a regular hotel service?"Under Wyneth's questioning look, the hotel employee seemed uneasy and avoided her gaze. "Of course," she replied, still not meeting Wyneth's eyes.Glancing at the spread on the table, Wyneth gave a small sigh. It was not like she could just send it all back. "Thanks," she said

'Why is he pretending? If he really remembered me, why didn't he look for me later? He didn't even know who I was when we saw each other again. To him, I was just a kid he helped one day, and that's it.'Wyneth took only a few sips before setting her spoon down. Turning to Hayden, who had not really eaten much, she said, "You ordered all this food. I can't eat it all. Make sure you finish it, so it's not wasted."When Wyneth put her spoon down, Hayden did the same. "You're not eating anymore?""I'm done.""You didn't eat much. You have filming later, right? Will you be okay with that little?""That's for me to worry about," Wyneth said, giving him a look. "But you ordered all this. Don't let it go to waste."Hayden chuckled. "Remember when you were little, and you'd always order too much? I ordered these with that in mind.""Oh, did you? Well, if I can't finish, you should. Think you can handle it all?" Wyneth asked, looking at him with a playful challenge."I can handle it," H

Wyneth closed her eyes, feeling distanced from the Hayden she once knew. She even wondered if he had changed inside.Unbeknownst to her, as soon as she left, the expression of Hayden turned icy cold. His eyes were dark, filled with deep thoughts and intense emotions. Hayden took out his phone and dialed a number. "Find out who's spreading rumors about Wyneth on set." Once he ended the call, he absentmindedly rubbed his phone, thinking, 'If they're so keen on gossip, maybe they shouldn't be in this industry.'Unaware of Hayden's actions, Wyneth arrived at the film set to find a group of people huddled together, whispering."I saw Wyneth stepping out of a fancy car when I arrived.""Isn't it typical for her, given her wealthy background?""I thought the same at first. But I sneaked a peek, and guess who I spotted inside the car?""Who?""Mr. Hamilton."Everyone's eyes widened in surprise."Seriously?""I promise, I saw it.""Did you snap a photo?"While chatting, the group sp

Wyneth remained quiet. She had wanted to thank him for that night, but his actions afterward upset her, and she never had the opportunity. Taking a moment and a deep breath, she replied, "That happened on set. If I felt in danger, I would've yelled for help. The crew was right outside the makeup room. If I didn't return soon, they would've searched for me.""If no one noticed you were gone, or thought you just needed a break in the makeup room, could you deal with what might happen?"Wyneth was scared by his words but also too stubborn to show it. She shot back, "What might happen? In the worst case—""But I couldn't bear it."She paused. "What are you saying?""If something happened to you, I'd be devastated."Wyneth bit her lip, struggling with the whirlwind of emotions his words stirred up. Frustrated and at a loss, she quickly hung up on Hayden. Standing there, his words kept playing in her mind like a catchy song: "If something happened to you, I'd be devastated." 'Why does