Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 885: Jealous?

"Hayden Crawford." Serena Sterling called his name.

"Hm?" Hayden Crawford furrowed his handsome brows, his large hand rubbing her silky hair.

"The water’s already cold. I’ll change the basin with hot water and wipe your body."

"Alright."

Serena Sterling went into the bathroom, changing the already cooled water into hot, using a warm towel to wipe his body.

He wore dark blue silk pajamas and pants. She reached out her petite hand and unbuttoned his pajamas one by one, revealing his chest.

He was truly so slender, and the degree of physical deterioration had worsened. Serena’s soft fingertips gently caressed him, "Mr. Crawford, still in pain?"

Hayden Crawford shook his head, "No pain."

How could it not hurt?

Serena felt heartache, lowered her little head, and kissed his thin bones.

Hayden reached out to touch her delicate face, "Don’t kiss me, it makes me uncomfortable. Take off my pants and help me wipe."

"..." Serena was purely heartbroken for him, very simply kissing him, but she forgot Hayden is a normal man. Even though his health is poor now, it’s been a while since they’ve been intimate, and it’s inevitable that things might go sideways.

Serena quickly stood up, but in the next second, she stiffened. What did he say?

Take off his pants and wipe down there?

Serena was dumbfounded; she’d never done anything like this before.

Hayden lifted his handsome eyelids to look at her, her clear eyes were shocked and silly, her crimson lips slightly parted, looking so pure and charming that it made one want to do bad things.

Hayden curled his thin lips, amused, "Given my current physical state, don’t think crooked thoughts."

"But...but..." Serena stammered, her exquisite little face blushing, "Today, you didn’t shower, wash down there?"

It’s a very healthy question. Serena knew he had a cleanliness addiction. He should shower every day, right? So why ask her to wipe...

"These days, how have you been managing? Don’t tell me you haven’t washed down there...right?"

Hayden gave her a look, meaning you think?

"I have caretakers." He replied.

Serena’s fingers curled, "Male caretakers or female caretakers?"

If Hayden were alone, Serena would be completely at ease, but Hayden’s with Justin Xavier. With Justin, beauties are everywhere, not to mention the young and beautiful maids. She was very afraid Justin would lead Hayden astray, and during this period, Hayden would follow suit.

Hayden, "You’re very interested in this question?"

Serena chuckled, "Of course, when you were lying in bed unable to take care of yourself, did a caretaker wipe your body? Was that caretaker a young and pretty girl, and did they help you wipe...there?"

Concerning this question...

Hayden raised a slender brow, exuding some mature man’s charm, "Jealous?"

Serena performed calmly and generously, shaking her head, batting her fluttering lashes, "I’m not jealous, just curious."

"Then if I tell you, you mustn’t be mad."

Serena already knew the answer.

She promised not to get mad or jealous, but it couldn’t be helped. His body couldn’t care for itself, but thinking about how he was seen by other girls still made Serena uncomfortable.

She threw the towel from her hand onto his handsome face, "I’m not wiping you; you do it yourself."

"Haha," Hayden’s amused laughter spilled out as he reached to take the towel off his handsome face, "Serena, what do you want me to do? I can’t leave it unwashed, waiting for it to get moldy. Or do you wish the caretaker were a man?"

"..."

Serena simply couldn’t imagine these two scenarios; his words were so... cutting?

"I’m not talking to you." Serena turned around to leave.

"Serena," Hayden grabbed her slender wrist, his voice tender with a smile, "I’m kidding you. I’m not at the stage where I can’t take care of myself. I shower every day, by myself."

Serena pretended to leave, but now she couldn’t bear to go, so when he pulled her, she just stopped.

Her bright eyes fell on his lean, handsome face, she asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"It’s true. I’ve already showered today, but when I kissed you earlier, it felt a bit uncomfortable, so help me wipe."

Serena’s blushing little face resembled blooming roses; she was embarrassed to do it, but thinking about his health, she couldn’t refuse.

This is a very normal thing, Serena, don’t think too much.

She had no choice but to reach out her petite hand to take off his pants...

Hayden felt her like a kitten, her actions light and gentle, somewhat evasive, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling twice.

At this time, Serena lifted her little face, those clear eyes looked at him, wet with emotion.

Hayden embraced her smooth shoulders, letting her lie on his chest, "Really embarrassed, should we call it off?"

"No, I just wanted to ask..." Serena bit her luscious red lower lip quickly, saying the words before burrowing into his embrace, "Do you want to change into new underwear?"

Hearing this, Hayden pressed his thin lips onto her hair, laughing aloud, "Sure."

...

When finished, Serena came out of the bathroom, "Mr. Crawford..."

In the next second, her steps halted because Hayden, originally lying on the bed, had already gotten up, sitting in the wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He sat quietly alone, outside the window the sky was filled with stars; one, two, three... especially radiant. She didn’t know what he was looking at, enveloping himself in a faint layer of melancholy.

Serena took a coat and went over to drape it over his shoulders, then squatted down, looking up with her palm-sized exquisite face at him, "Mr. Crawford, what are you looking at?"

Hayden spoke softly, "I heard every departed loved one turns into a star in the sky, Serena, is that right?"

"Mr. Crawford, are you thinking of your parents?"

Hayden’s gaze fell on Serena’s face, "I’m thinking... Zane..."

Zane Crawford...

Since Serena returned to Alani, she ordered never to hear news related to Zane Crawford again, so now suddenly hearing the name "Zane Crawford," Serena felt dazed for a moment.

"Mr. Crawford, you just came back; let’s not talk about unpleasant topics. I don’t want to talk about Zane Crawford; the harm he caused you, I will never forgive him."

"Mr. Crawford, extend your hand; I’ll check your pulse. Trust me, I will surely save you."

Seeing Serena’s brows and eyes rejecting and cold towards the name "Zane Crawford," Hayden wasn’t eager to speak. He smiled faintly, silently, slowly extending his hand, "Sure."