Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 55: Don’t Fall for Lachlan Wyatt for Real

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Don’t Fall for Lachlan Wyatt for Real

Upon hearing Iris Crawford’s question, Martin Hawthorne was no fool and naturally understood what she meant.

It’s just that...

Martin Hawthorne had known Lachlan Wyatt for a long time and had a decent relationship with him. He reached out, patted Iris Crawford’s shoulder, and said, "You’re a good girl, there’s no need to waste your thoughts on a guy like Lachlan Wyatt."

Iris Crawford was startled and didn’t expect Martin Hawthorne to be so blunt.

"It’s not to that extent."

Iris Crawford could only smile wryly, "You make it sound like Lachlan Wyatt has wronged or bullied me."

The one who hurt her was Jordan Jacobs, not Lachlan Wyatt. Lachlan Wyatt at least helped her a lot at many times. Iris Crawford felt wronged because of this mission, but not to the point of confusing right and wrong.

"Lachlan Wyatt is not someone you can fall in love with." Martin Hawthorne looked at the night outside the window, silently sitting cross-legged opposite Iris Crawford. He looked at her face and had to admit she was strikingly beautiful, her skin stark white against the inky night. Lachlan Wyatt surely had feelings for her.

Living together day in and day out for two years, he knew Lachlan Wyatt was a visual animal, definitely had those thoughts about Iris Crawford, yet he always thought Iris and Lachlan Wyatt had a relationship of mutual desire release, but never imagined...

Lachlan Wyatt didn’t even touch her in two years?

After thinking about it, Martin Hawthorne still decided to persuade Iris Crawford, "Lachlan Wyatt can do anything, except love someone."

Upon hearing this, Iris Crawford quite agreed, "He doesn’t seem like someone who would fall in love."

"Purely a bad seed." Martin Hawthorne squinted and rarely smiled, saying to Iris Crawford, "I’m glad you see things clearly, while it’s still early, pull your mind back. There’s no need to have a crush on Lachlan Wyatt—Birdie, I don’t want us all to split in the end, you’re an important partner too, so don’t get hurt."

Martin Hawthorne rarely spoke, often the cold and handsome ice mountain, usually playing the background role in photos, but today he poured his heart out and talked a lot with Iris Crawford...

Iris Crawford was somewhat moved, "Thank you for talking to me."

"Everyone in the agency has been hurt before knocking on this door." Martin Hawthorne’s eyelashes quivered, "Whether it’s James Chesterton or Peach, even those like Sarah Shaw who seem naive and innocent, they all have their reasons for staying."

Patrick Pierce seems like he does too.

That day sending him home, Iris Crawford felt like she had touched the depths of his soul for a moment.

He seemed to have a gnashing hatred.

In the end, Martin Hawthorne placed his hand on Iris Crawford’s head and pressed it heavily, like a senior watching over a junior, he said, "You too, Birdie."

Iris Crawford’s heart trembled.

What secrets were they all protecting? What kind of wounds did they suffer to become mutual warming companions in the agency?

Clearly, everyone seemed to have privileged backgrounds, yet each bore their own suffering.

She did too, she did too.

The flame of the betrayer burned her life into a living hell. And she was reborn from the ashes, like a phoenix rising from the nirvana.

Martin Hawthorne stood up, took the bottle of red wine Iris Crawford had brought, and drank a big gulp, "Good wine."

"Sent by Lachlan Wyatt last month." Iris Crawford smiled coldly, "Isn’t it good?"

"Yeah." Looking at the writing on the bottle and judging it to be expensive, Martin Hawthorne weighed the empty bottle in his hand and said to Iris Crawford, "Those who like Lachlan Wyatt won’t end up well, Birdie, as your friend I don’t want to see you get hurt."

"Aren’t you good buddies with Lachlan Wyatt?" Iris Crawford maintained her sitting position on the ground, looking up at Martin Hawthorne’s cold jaw, "Why would you come talk to me about this?"

"Yeah." Martin Hawthorne was straightforward, "Lachlan Wyatt hinted for me to do this."

Iris Crawford felt like a current had rushed through her body, she slightly widened her eyes, toward the end, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, her voice a bit shaky, "Lachlan Wyatt sent you to make me give up?"

Martin Hawthorne was silent, but it was also an answer.

"Haha, it’s really unnecessary." Iris Crawford laughed heartily, "Really no need Martin Hawthorne, I don’t need to go to life or death for Lachlan Wyatt. He’s just overly worried, isn’t he? Afraid I’ll fall in love with him and ask for something—love’s really the word that scares the living daylights out of him, isn’t it?"

When she said this, Iris Crawford’s tone was already somewhat sharp, "Rest assured a thousand times, I definitely won’t go to life or death for him. I admit we’ve crossed some lines before, but I’m not ungrateful either. Young Master Wyatt can still be considered my benefactor, and I’m not going to disgust my benefactor."

The more she spoke like this, the more Martin Hawthorne felt uncomfortable.

Iris Crawford looked somewhat pale, yet her eyes were so bright, bright to the point of being glaring.

She had grown so strong, but the price of strength seemed to be the sacrifice of her feelings.

A spark in the heart suddenly snuffed out.

Without warning, silently, extinguished in the pitch-black world.

After saying this, Iris Crawford finally stood up as well, said to Martin Hawthorne, "But thank you for saying so much to comfort me, I won’t fall out with him, nor will I like him, you can let him relax."

Martin Hawthorne frowned, wanting to say something but unable to, ultimately gave up, sighed, "Then I’m leaving, don’t overthink..."

"A good night’s sleep is all it takes." Iris Crawford hooked her lips, "You should get some rest too, good night."

Before he could speak, Martin Hawthorne was pushed out of the room by Iris Crawford, as the door closed, the man leaned against it with another sigh.

Turned around and went into Lachlan Wyatt’s room, upon knocking and entering, he found Lachlan Wyatt gaming, the faint glow of the phone reflected on his face, his room was dark, no lights on, only the weak light of the phone.

"Hmm?" Looking up at Martin Hawthorne who walked in, Lachlan Wyatt’s voice still held that casual tone, "Solved?"

"Which one are you referring to solving?" Martin Hawthorne snatched his phone, "Solve the matter between Peter Marshall and Gia, or solve Birdie?"

Lachlan Wyatt chuckled, "You don’t need to use that accusing tone with me, Martin Hawthorne."

Martin Hawthorne helplessly pinched his brows, "I’ve said everything for you, just don’t regret it later."

"I sensed something off and wanted to hit the brakes."

Lachlan Wyatt’s phone was snatched, with nothing else to do, he spread his hands, "What’s there to regret? Iris Crawford doesn’t lack people who love her. I see Dane Rivers and Hector Sutton happily trailing her."

"..." Martin Hawthorne was speechless, "Weren’t they introduced to Iris Crawford by you?"

Lachlan Wyatt was stunned, that was true, but it still didn’t sit right with him.

Ever since Iris Crawford returned seeking vengeance, she’s grown increasingly dazzling, beauty her exclusive strong weapon, and what shields her is her heart of stone.

A powerful and sultry woman, once she strips away emotions, is invincible.

Lachlan Wyatt’s gaze turned deep. He reached for a cigarette from the bedside table, lighting it in the dimly lit room. The fleeting glow of the tobacco reflected the complexity in his eyes. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"If Iris Crawford finds out you saved her back then because..." Martin Hawthorne started but stopped midway, noticing the sudden coldness in Lachlan’s eyes and decided to change course, sarcastically saying, "Put your glare away, you rascal."

Lachlan sneered, "Shut up. No matter what Iris is like, I won’t regret it, and I don’t need you chirping away here."

Martin wished he could make Lachlan suffer this instant, "Wait until the day Iris runs off with someone else, then you’ll cry. Aren’t you into her legs? Heh, in the future, different men will touch them every day, except you."

Lachlan coughed on his cigarette, "Believe I won’t put this cigarette out on your mouth?"

"Careful, I might twist your head off and use it as an ashtray." Martin turned to leave, flipping him the middle finger, foolish guy. You really should appreciate Iris before she cuts you off, and you’ll be the one crying!

With a loud slam, Martin left with quite the temper.

After a sleepless night, Iris awoke surprisingly with dark circles under her eyes, but still in high spirits. She had thought things through overnight. When she saw Lachlan, she greeted him calmly.

Lachlan, brewing coffee, was taken aback.

Last night Iris had been confrontational with him, but now she seemed... changed?

It was like going back to the first time they met.

She was brimming with allure and detachment.

Sarah Shaw waved, "Birdie, you’re here! My brother said to thank the firm members for their help, we’re invited to the yacht! Peter and Gia’s case is officially in their hands!"

A smile finally spread across Iris’s face, "Gia can finally get a good night’s sleep."

She had been holding on just to see Peter caught. Now that he was in Elias Shaw’s hands, the high-ups would surely take decisive actions, showing no mercy.

Peach glanced at Iris’s dark circles with twinkling eyes, sticking close to her, "Why the dark circles? Want me to work some magic and get rid of them for you?"

"Have you been itching to perform surgery since you haven’t done one in a while?" Iris playfully pushed Peach away, "It’s just a bad night’s sleep, I’ll be fine tomorrow!"

Seeing her so lively, it seemed the impact wasn’t significant. Lachlan gave Iris a few more glances, murmuring, "What’s keeping you up at night?"

Iris, like a cat stepped on its tail, glared at Lachlan with a sinister smile and said, "Of course, it’s a certain piece of trash, but I’ve moved on now."

"Ha." Lachlan’s hand trembled as he held his coffee, "Hope you mean what you say."

An hour later, Iris and the group were picked up by Elias on the yacht. Facing the sea breeze, Iris dived into the ocean like a mermaid from the deck. The unpolluted sea was crystal clear, the water in tranquil shades of blue and green, revealing the corals beneath with the rays of the sun. Iris submerged and burst out through a spray of water, emerging with a radiant smile. She splashed her face with a handful of water and then brushed her face, calling out to Peach and Sarah, "Come on down!"

The shimmering surface of the water set her whole body aglow.

With her jet-black hair clinging to her back, Iris looked simple and charming, exuding a playful allure without makeup.

Her damp skin was fair and smooth, gleaming with an enticing luster.

Sitting with his soda on the deck, Hector Sutton was so entranced that he almost dropped his drink.

Lachlan’s gaze grew deeper as he watched her, reminding him of the beautiful mermaid in Andersen’s fairy tales, even if its end was tragic—vanishing into foam for love.

However, Hector put down his soda, and with a splash, he too dove into the ocean.

Soon followed Iris’s shrill scream, "Hector Sutton, you pervert! Why are you grabbing me?"

"I slipped, fell, and wasn’t prepared, what’s wrong with needing a hand!" Hector shouted, sputtering, amid splashes.

"Why are you trying to show off if you can’t swim!" Iris pointed to a duck-shaped swimming ring on the deck, "Go play with that!"

Hector felt his face turn black, "I can swim! I just misjudged the dive!"

The two tussled in the water, James Chesterton on the side propping his chin, casually noting, "Oh, what a pleasing scene!"

Lachlan’s sunglasses nearly tilted off in annoyance, "What do you mean?"

James fanned his nose teasingly, "Why do I smell sour?"

Pressing his knuckles, Lachlan stood expressionlessly, making James shrink back, "What? Wanna fight?"

Originally playing in the water, Iris and Hector turned pale upon hearing two splashes, followed by James’s wail, "Help! I can’t swim! Someone’s trying to murder me! Lachlan, you want to drown me?"

Upon inspection, it turned out Lachlan had dragged James off the deck into the water. The unfortunate James floundered around as a hand reached out for him. He grabbed onto it and struggled to surface, resting his chin on something soft—it seemed he was saved, breathing heavily.

Just as he got out of danger, he noticed something wrong with the atmosphere around him.

Why did it feel... murderous?

He realized his savior was Iris, and his face was resting on her chest, leading to an eye-to-eye moment of mutual understanding.

Eye-to-eye.

James’s face turned beet red, "Birdie, I-I-I didn’t mean to!!"

Iris seemed fine, patting James’s handsome pale face, "Are you alright? Choking?"

On either side, Lachlan and Hector, filled with hostility, swam over. Judging by Lachlan’s expression, he could seal James at the sea bottom. James wanted to let go but dared not—if he did, he’d drown!

"Let go already!" Hector said, "You’re touching where you shouldn’t be!"

James’s nose bled up to the heavens, "I can’t let go, I’ll sink if I do!"

Lachlan swam over and pulled at James’s scruff, "Don’t wanna sink? How about I send you to heaven?"

"Help!!!"

James’s scream pierced the sky as the sea churned along.

Ten minutes later, James, exhausted, was hanging onto a little yellow duck lifebuoy Martin had tossed from the boat, like a piece of jerky dried on the floating ring, panting, "I’ll never learn to swim in my life..."