The CEO's Lovely Twins novel Chapter 316

In Green Lemon’s studio, Dante was still busy designing. He had always been a night person. His apprentice Anna, however, already exhausted from her day job, was yawning all the time.

Footsteps coming from outside the studio broke the silence of the night.

“Who is it?”

Scowling, Dante took a glance at the door. Anna was shocked by his sudden question, rubbing her eyes, she was now less sleepy.

“Miss Downey.” She espied Hayden for n instant.

Hayden nodded as she entered the studio. The lights shed on her, rinsing the darkness obscuring her image off her.

She hadn’t gone home ever since she left the party because she’s certain that Joseph would definitely be there. And she couldn’t talk to him about Pola yet.

She seated herself on the couch while Anna poured her a cup of tea.

“Just came back from the party?” Dante broke off his designing and came sitting down across from Hayden.

Faintly, Hayden nodded an agreement.

“Why are you so down?”

Dante studied her, frowning. “Did someone annoy you?”

“Sort of.”

Hayden took a sip of the tea that Anna served her. Freshened, she asked Dante.

“What the hell is wrong with men, huh? A conniving bitch can always get you with just a little trick.”

“Come on, you are being biased.” Dante understood her insinuation instantly. “I can’t speak for others. But Joseph? Handsome and rich, he’s got girl coming on to him like iron being attracted by magnet. Even so, I’ve never seen him relent for any girl.”

Frowning, Hayden refuted. “Never? He’s as submissive as a puppet now.”

He believed whatever Pola said. How dumb is that?

“Impossible.” Dante waved his hand. “Joseph is like a giant iceberg that takes forever to melt. I have never seen him smile to any girl except for you.”

“Why are you defending him?” Hayden snapped, rose to her feet. “Can’t I just find some place for a moment of peace?”

“I’m just being realistic…”

Dante tried to explain and didn’t notice that Anna was making eyes to him.

Hayden left the studio before he finished.

She’d rather take a nap in a hotel than to listen to Dante’s hogwash.

“Did I do something wrong?” scratching his head, Dante was puzzled.

Anna put the tea before him. “You didn’t. But women don’t need your rational analysis when they’re complaining to you?”

“Then what do you need.”

Anna gave him a glance.

“Need you to be on her side and cuss whoever upset her unconditionally.”

That night, Hayden felt like she’s a ghost.

She couldn’t go home. She went to her company for some consolation but Dante only put oil on the fire. She wandered in the street purposelessly; the freezing cold chilled her to the bone. The merriness and festiveness of Christmas in the air were a contrast to her mood.

“Hayden?”

A similar voice came behind her.

She paused a moment, and then whirled to see a flaky who covered his head with mask, scarf, hat, sunglasses. By the sweat suit he‘s wearing, Hayden supposed he’s jogging.

She wouldn’t have recognized Lyon but for his distinctive voice.