His Eagle Eyes on Me

[You really don't know how to go on a date, do you?] Layla typed.

[She wanted to get her hair washed, so was I supposed to stop her?] Hayden replied.

[... Fine! Hahaha! You two are so weird!]

[If you had told her that I was coming, she would have washed her hair before going out.] Hayden commented.

[Hahahaha! It's my bad! I didn't expect you two to actually go on a stroll together after the concert! Hayden, you don't like spending time with women, right? Why did you cave?]

[I don't hate Shelly.]Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

[Hahaha!]

Hayden stared at Layla's message and felt irritated.

A few minutes later, he received another message from her. [Hayden, take her to a mall after she is done. Shop for women's clothes, skin care products, or jewelry. Anything Mom and I like, she would like as well.]

[You are mistaken. She is just a friend.] Hayden typed.

[Friends don't make babies together. To us, Shelly isn't just a friend of yours. What's so wrong with you spending money on her? You have more money than you can count, and it's not like you can take it to your grave.]

[...] Hayden was at a loss for words. He felt as though his family considered his unmarried status to be a great crime.

Shortly after, Shelly walked outside.

She had told the hair stylist to speed up the process and stopped the stylist before her hair was fully dried.

After paying, Shelly walked over to Hayden. "I'm done. Let's go!

Hayden stared at her damp air and turned to look at the stylist. "Dry her hair completely."

Shelly instantly fell silent.

Ten minutes later, the two of them stepped out of the hair salon, and with Layla's words in mind, Hayden engaged her in conversation.

"How about we go to a mall?" Hayden suggested.

Shelly nodded. "Sure! Which mall should we go to?"

"Any will do. I came here by car, so we can go anywhere," he replied.

Since they were going to travel in Hayden's car, Shelly simply followed his lead.

They went to the parking lot, retrieved the car, and drove to a nearby mall.

Slightly unsettled by the silence, Hayden said, "What do you think is the biggest problem with your store right now?"

Shelly instantly grew nervous. She

is

considered her words carefully. "I think the biggest problem with our store is its scale. We lack the ability to develop new products or the capability to manage the entire store if it grows."

"Hmm," Hayden hummed, acting as though he were receiving a work report from a subordinate.

Seeing that he was genuinely

listening, Shelly continued, "I often

think about how to improve our business, but the current revenue we are getting is not enough to support drastic changes. We have to go slow."

"I see," Hayden acknowledged.

"Hayden, do you have any suggestions?" Shelly was interested in his thoughts.

A slight blush appeared on Hayden's cheeks. "I'm completely clueless when it comes to how to run a cafe."

"But you manage such a large company. In terms of management, do you have any good suggestions?" Shelly continued.

Hayden's face grew even redder. "I don't directly manage the company. My main responsibility is in technical research and development."

"Oh... I thought you were asking about my cafe to give me some advice," she said.

"That's not it. I was just initiating a casual conversation," Hayden said.

"But your expression was so serious just now. It scared me, and I thought our store had some serious problem that I wasn't aware of," Shelly said, unable to hold back her laughter. "Am I that scary?" Hayden chuckled along.

"It's not that you're scary. You just seemed very serious," Shelly said emboldened by his laughter. "What do you

Co of my best friend,

Courtney? She's beautiful and

comes from a well-off family."

Hayden's brow furrowed. "Are you trying to set me up with another woman?"