Seducing the Cold CEO for My Company Chapter 11

Seeing Sebastian Hayes leave, I knew I'd offended him.

But I didn't want to marry someone I didn't love.

My nose stung, my eyes suddenly reddened, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Just then, someone approached and draped a jacket over me.

I looked up to see—it was Jason Hayes!

He turned his head away, somewhat awkwardly consoling me: "Don't be sad. Actually, my brother treats you pretty well. He should be somewhat interested in you."

He didn't know why seeing the woman cry so sadly made his heart feel sour too.

He just wanted to console her.

To stop her from being sad, to stop crying.

I took the tissue the young man handed me and wiped my tears.

I laughed lightly: "It's okay. I don't like him anymore."

"Thank you. I won't chase him anymore."

Hearing this, Jason Hayes's eyes flashed with joy.

He said to her:

"Come on, I'll take you for a ride to relax."

"Okay." I nodded. At this moment, I couldn't refuse someone's consolation.

The motorcycle before me was so cool—pure black, looking very mechanical.

Jason Hayes had me sit on his motorcycle. I sat in front, hugging his waist.

"Don't be afraid. I'm very skilled."

Jason Hayes's voice came from above my head. I hummed in response.

Then the motorcycle started.

The motorcycle's roar was loud. It suddenly accelerated, scaring me into tightly hugging the young man's waist.

Jason Hayes's abdomen tensed nervously.

The urgent wind rushed past my ears. I thought of the phrase: the wind and I are both free.

My hair flew back. Hugging the young man's lean waist, I felt secure.

This was too exciting, too thrilling!

Jason Hayes rode the motorcycle, speeding along, catching up with a sedan.

I met Sebastian Hayes's deep gaze.

I then turned my head away.

Jason Hayes directly accelerated past the sedan.

We arrived at the beach. Jason Hayes removed his helmet.

His black hair looked somewhat messy, his appearance wild and uninhibited.

He smiled lightly: "Sis, wasn't that awesome?"

"Feeling better?"

I also smiled at him: "Thank you. I feel much better."

We sat by the beach, closing our eyes, blowing in the sea breeze.

As if all troubles had been blown away.

The young man turned his head, looking intently at my eyes, his expression serious: "Sis, can you be with me? Can you like me even a little?"

The young man's peach blossom eyes were full of affection, so easy to fall into if you weren't careful.

The young man's eyes held love, bright and dazzling.

I suddenly turned my head away, not daring to look again.

That pounding heart rose to my throat.

My cheeks burned. I stood up, voice hoarse, stammering: "I, I haven't decided yet."

After saying this, I fled like escaping.

I ran to where Jason Hayes couldn't see me, clutching my heart, breathing a sigh of relief.

Jason Hayes actually likes me?

Do I like him?

I pressed my wildly beating heart, fingertips trembling. I think I do like him.

But one second ago I was chasing his brother, the next second I'd be with him.

What would the circle say about me?

That I'm straddling two boats? Fickle-hearted?

But I do like Jason Hayes.

My wildly beating heart proclaimed my feelings.

My brows moved slightly. I decided to find Jason Hayes.

To tell him I like him!