Chapter 211 Relationship Upgrade
Yara quickly ran into the study and saw Scarlett holding Hayden. She puffed up her cheeks angrily, "Hayden Boleyn, you're making my mom hold you again."
"My face hurts a little, so I asked your mom to rub it for me," Hayden explained, then calmly climbed down from Scarlett's embrace.
"Yara, Hayden helped you, so Mom hugged him. It's okay, I'll hold you in a bit," Scarlett comforted her.
Yara wasn't jealous at all and sat down beside Scarlett.
Finnian looked at Hayden in disbelief. His last name was Boleyn?
Could he be Ambrose's son?
That couldn't be possible. How could Ambrose have a son? To clear up his confusion, Finnian asked, "Your last name is Boleyn. What's your father's name?"
Hayden saw his chance and responded loudly, "Ambrose."
Finnian was extremely shocked. Ambrose actually had a son?
He looked at Hayden more carefully. This kid really did look like Ambrose! But he'd never heard about Ambrose getting married.
Scarlett noticed Finnian's surprise and explained.
"Hayden is Ambrose's son. He's in the same class as my daughter and comes over to play sometimes."
She didn't need to say more—Finnian could figure out the rest. Hayden's identity as Ambrose's son hadn't been revealed to protect his safety. Ambrose letting Hayden stay here was probably to help them build a relationship.
Finnian felt that the road to winning Scarlett over had just gained another obstacle.
That evening, when Ambrose came to pick up Hayden, Hayden wanted to stay overnight. Scarlett refused, so Hayden started using his crying and fussing tactics.
Finally, Scarlett made a deal with him—he could only stay one night and had to go back to Silver Oak Heights tomorrow. He readily agreed.
The little one wanted to stay overnight, and the big one also wanted to stay. Scarlett didn't agree, so Ambrose chased her to her bedroom and pretended to be pitiful.
"It's been so long since I've touched you, I'm about to explode."
Scarlett knew exactly what Ambrose wanted—sex. She glared at him coldly.
"Ambrose, I still don't completely trust you."
Ambrose put on a pitiful expression, "What do I have to do for you to believe I haven't touched another woman?"
Scarlett stood by the bedside, not looking at him. She was bent over slightly, wringing water from her hair with a towel. "That's a different matter. We broke things off, and I don't plan to start up again."
He had only said that to spite her back then, speaking without thinking. She actually took it seriously.
"I said that in anger. You really took it seriously?"
She paused for a few seconds, then continued drying her hair. "I wasn't angry."
Ambrose felt that if he ever had a heart attack, it would definitely be because of her. But he couldn't fight her head-on, so he had to take a roundabout approach.
"Fine, so that arrangement we had is over. From now on, we're in a romantic relationship."
She finished wringing out her hair and turned to glare at him. "Who agreed to be your girlfriend?"
"This afternoon, you said in front of the two kids that we were dating," Ambrose made up, trying to establish some connection, however he could.
At lunch, she had been willing to kiss him, which showed she believed him in her heart, but she still needed time to let go.
Scarlett's eyes widened with annoyance. "You were the one talking nonsense in front of the kids. I never agreed."
"But you didn't object either."
Ambrose's quick response left Scarlett speechless. She hadn't objected because she didn't want to set a bad example for the kids.
He crouched in front of her, his eyes clear.
"In that case, I'm going to start pursuing you now."
Scarlett froze, staring into his eyes, as if trying to see whether he was telling the truth or lying.
Seeing her dazed look, Ambrose noticed her half-dry hair was messy and frizzy, tangled like a bird's nest. He reached out to smooth her hair.
"First step in pursuing you—blow-drying your hair."
With that, he stood up, got a hair dryer from the bathroom drawer, came back, and urged her.
"Sit up straight."
Scarlett straightened her posture. The sound of the hair dryer filled her ears, the warm air blowing gently on her hair, along with his strong, capable fingers massaging her scalp.
Aside from when Owen dried her hair as a child, this was the first time a man had blow-dried her hair. She couldn't quite describe the feeling—it was like feathers brushing across her skin, a little ticklish, a little tingly.
"Is the temperature too hot?" Ambrose asked softly.
Scarlett snapped back to attention, staring at the wall ahead. "It's fine."
His movements were gentle, as if handling something precious. She had never imagined Ambrose would do something like this for her.
So when he said he was pursuing her, he really meant it!
She couldn't quite describe her feelings, but she felt a bit happy. A man spending time and energy on you was completely different from a relationship based only on money.
The former made her feel more valued and cherished.
In the past, when she dated, there was no money and barely any time—occasionally meeting up for a meal.
There was absolutely no sense of being valued or cherished, which was why Wesley treated her that way.
Women really needed to value themselves more.
Her hair was dry now. The hair dryer stopped, and Ambrose put it down, then looked at her.
Scarlett snapped out of her enjoyment of being taken care of and stared at him, deliberately testing him. "All done. Shouldn't you be heading back now?"
"It's still early. Let's chat for a bit." Ambrose pulled over a chair and sat across from her, taking her hand again and gently stroking it, just like at lunch.
"But I'm really tired. I want to sleep," she said again.
"Then get in bed and lie down. I'll tell you a bedtime story." Ambrose's handsome face was completely serious.
Bedtime stories were for putting kids to sleep—that was treatment for children.
For an adult like Scarlett to have someone tell her a bedtime story—wouldn't that be a bit childish?
She looked at him, a bit embarrassed, and said playfully, "That's for little kids."