His Eagle Eyes on Me

No one cared about what he did at home, or what he did in the company. They only cared about whether he was holding his son or if he was fulfilling his fatherly duties.

Two hours later, the concert came to an end, and Shelly was planning to leave when she noticed a woman sitting on the other side of her walking towards the stage. She looked like she was going to take a photo with the musician..

Shocked, she asked, "Can we go up on stage to take a photo with the musician?"

"Those in the front row can do so," Hayden said.

"Huh? Really? Can I go, then?!" Shelly's eyes lit up with excitement.

Hayden nodded. "I'll accompany you."

"Great! Thank you!" Shelly exclaimed.

The two of them walked toward the stage, queuing behind the audience members who had gone ahead.

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Shelly unlocked her phone and handed it to the staff member who was helping with the photographs while Hayden stood quietly beside her, observing.

After taking the photo with the musician, Shelly immediately waved at Hayden. "Mr. Tate, come take a photo, too!" Shelly's smile was almost contiguous. Hayden could not be bothered to take a photo with anyone other than his family but walked over to the stage regardless when Shelly asked him to. Since he attended the concert, he figured that he should go along with her.

Shelly held her phone out and took a photo of Hayden and the musician together.

After taking the photo, the two of them walked off the stage.

"Mr. Tate, would you like me to enhance the photo for you?" Shelly zoomed in on the picture and asked.

"Just call me Hayden," he said, as he felt that being referred to as Mr. Tate seemed strange.

Shelly paused for a moment. "But don't you also call me Ms. Taylor?"

"Then I'll start calling you Shelly," Hayden replied.

"Okay! Everyone else calls me Shelly, anyway," Shelly said. "I'll call you Hayden. After all, who doesn't know the famous Hayden Tate?"

Hayden could not help but smile. "Either one is fine."

"Maybe we shouldn't enhance your

photo. You look great. We didn't manage to capture the musician's expression very well, though Shelly sent the photo to Hayden,

Hayden casually agreed as he considered whether he should invite her to go for a stroll, while Shelly focused on the photo, unaware of Hayden's thoughts.

"I regret it so much! I should have

put on makeup before going out." Shelly looked at the photo of herself with the musician. She was filled with regret. "I haven't washed my hair in three days. My hair looks so greasy."

"Why didn't you keep your hat on earlier then?"

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"I felt that wearing a hat would show disrespect to the musician." Shelly applied a quick beauty filter to the photo. After the filter, she felt much more comfortable looking at it.

Hayden glanced at her filtered photo, "It looks more realistic without the beauty filter. It looks artificial with the filter."

"Artificial? I normally put more makeup on!" Shelly had set the beauty filter to a low level.

"What do you look like with makeup on?" Hayden had never seen her wear makeup before.

"I wore makeup that one time at the hotel, and I've worn light makeup while working at the cafe. Can't you tell the difference?" she asked.

Hayden stared at her bare face for several seconds and said, "Is there a difference between how you look now, and when you are at the cafe?"

"Well, I really don't know if you're praising me or criticizing me." Shelly blushed awkwardly. "Are you heading home now?"

Hayden lifted his gaze slightly and looked at the sky, noticing how pleasant the weather was.

"What about you?" Hayden asked.