CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: THE MOST DANGEROUS PERSON IS YOU

Poppy Hale’s suite.

But it had a separate room door and doorplate.

A male colleague came to knock, unaware that Poppy Hale lived in a suite.

Poppy Hale asked warily, "Is there something you need?"

The male colleague glanced inside the room.

Poppy Hale had just finished showering.

She was wearing pink pajamas, with her hair slightly dripping at the ends.

She looked as fresh and bright as a peach.

The male colleague stared at Poppy Hale’s slender neck.

With a leering gaze, he swallowed hard.

His thoughts were almost written across his face.

He kept glancing into the room.

As if checking to see if there was a man inside.

He had inquired before coming.

Poppy Hale hadn’t registered her husband’s name.

She had only brought her daughter.

The male colleague knew Poppy Hale had a husband and child.

But for such a beautiful woman, no man could remain unmoved.

Especially if her husband wasn’t with her.

Then tonight,

was a great opportunity.

Thinking this, greed filled his eyes.

"It’s nothing much, I just wanted to ask if we could become friends on social media?"

"Your phone is probably inside, right? I could come in and add you as a friend."

Poppy Hale frowned.

The man’s hand was already on the door handle.

Through the door, he remained in a stalemate with her.

Suddenly, a man’s voice came from inside the room.

"Poppy, who’s at the door?"

Footsteps were heard.

The voice of a little girl followed.

Completely unabashed, in a child’s naive tone.

"There’s an uncle asking for mom’s social media, he already asked on the beach, very annoying."

"Aunt Janine even helped mom refuse."

The man’s voice quickly turned cold, "Is that so?"

The footsteps moved towards the door.

The man at the door panicked instantly, turned the handle outward, and quickly shut the door.

Hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Declan Hawthorne’s hand pressed on the handle, he opened the door and glanced out.

That man didn’t take the elevator; he ran down the stairs instead.

Declan Hawthorne frowned.

After closing the door, he looked at Poppy Hale, who was still a bit shaken.

"I’ll have Morgan Sloan handle this."

Harassing a female colleague and knocking on her door late at night was a significant character flaw.

The Hawthorne Group has appropriate measures for such employees.

Poppy Hale nodded.

What surprised her more was Florence Lynch.

She didn’t expect that everything they said on the beach was heard by Florence Lynch.

Poppy Hale walked over to ask Florence, "Florence, what did you hear?"

Florence Lynch shook her head.

"Jessica told me everything."

Jessica was Amber Yates’ daughter, a few years older than Florence Lynch, old enough to enjoy listening to adult conversations.

After hearing it, she ran off to retell it to a group of youngsters.

Like telling a story.

Florence only heard what Jessica said.

Florence added, "But I don’t like those uncles, they always ask mom for her social media. If mom gives it to them, what will she use herself?"

Poppy Hale couldn’t help but laugh.

She reached out to stroke the girl’s soft face.

"It’s okay, mom won’t give it."

Florence nodded.

Then went to sleep.

Between Declan Hawthorne’s and Poppy Hale’s rooms, there wasn’t just a low intricately carved window; there was also a door.

Declan Hawthorne didn’t leave.

He told Florence, "Florence, I’m just next door, call Uncle if you need anything."

The little girl nodded obediently.

"Okay."

While he spoke, he kept looking at Poppy Hale.

Those words were also for her to hear.

Earlier, when someone knocked on the door, she didn’t think to call him.

If those with ill intentions had gotten in, what would she have done?

"What if he barged in, what would you do?"

Poppy Hale glared at him.

"Isn’t the most dangerous person you right now?"

To Poppy Hale, those male colleagues were dangerous strangers.

But wasn’t Declan Hawthorne just as dangerous?

He was the most dangerous person around her.

Declan Hawthorne turned and found a chair to sit down.

"Go to sleep, I’ll leave after you both do."

He didn’t sit too close.

The chair was positioned by the bed.

The island night was exceptionally tranquil, with the sea breeze blowing and the indoor air conditioning set to a comfortable temperature.

Poppy Hale thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep with Declan Hawthorne there.

Unexpectedly, she quickly closed her eyes and drifted off.

In the room, the breathing of both the big and small person gradually became steady.

The man stood up.

He walked to the bedside, looking at the sleeping Poppy Hale and Florence Lynch.

He bent down to kiss Poppy Hale’s forehead and Florence Lynch’s cheek.

It was sincere and considerate.

He lingered for a moment, then turned and left the room.

Returning to his own room, Declan Hawthorne received a photo on his phone.

In the dimly lit bar, lights danced like the scales of a fish in the sea, refracting multicolored light.

A beam of light spotlighted the corner where two people were hugging.

It was Serena Sutton and Allen Shaw.

After sending the photo, Allen Shaw added a line.

"She wasn’t steady on her feet, don’t misunderstand."

"Miss Sutton asked me to send you the photo, she’s quite smart."

Serena Sutton knew.

Declan Hawthorne didn’t need their engagement, but to fully reject it required her to also take some action.

If both parties were somewhat at fault, it might be better for them both.

If either side was willing, the farce of the engagement would continue.

Declan Hawthorne didn’t like her.

And she also feared Declan Hawthorne.

Serena Sutton felt she couldn’t just sit and wait for the end.

She wasn’t a puppet of her family.

After receiving the photo, Declan Hawthorne stood by the window and replied with an "Okay."

Saved the photo.

Sent it to Old Master Hawthorne, along with a few words.

"Miss Sutton has feelings for someone, and so do I."

"Grandpa, if you think you can play matchmaker, I’ll donate a temple for you so you can tie red strings every day."

At this point, Old Master Hawthorne was already asleep.

After all, he’s an elderly person.

It’s not hard to imagine how furious the old man would be when he wakes up in the morning.

-

The next day, on the return journey.

On the bus ride back.

Poppy Hale had just settled in with Florence Lynch.

The front of the bus suddenly fell silent.

Declan Hawthorne had somehow boarded the bus.

No one expected the big boss to ride the bus with everyone else, and suddenly there was dead silence.

In the back, Iris Quill shouted.

"Uncle! Over here!"

Florence Lynch followed suit, "Uncle Hawthorne, over here."

Declan Hawthorne’s gaze swept over them.

He walked towards the back.

As he approached, Iris Quill blurted out, "Uncle, could you hold me and sit next to Aunt Poppy Hale?"

Declan Hawthorne frowned slightly.

"You’re too heavy."

Lately, Iris Quill’s grandmother had been in Arvum, and after Heather Underwood finally got divorced, she took a few days off to take care of Iris Quill at home.

He had gained a bit more weight.

Heather Underwood found it a bit challenging to hold him.

While saying this, Declan Hawthorne sat down and buckled the seatbelt around the little chubby’s belly.

Just right.

If he gained any more weight, there wouldn’t be room for two people in that seat.

But Iris Quill was only two years old, and having his own seat wasn’t safe either.

With Declan Hawthorne sitting in the back, the entire bus was silent.

Only Justin Hawthorne turned around.

"Big brother, Grandpa was hospitalized. He said he was furious after reading your message this morning."

Declan Hawthorne nodded.

"Yes, I know."

Looking completely unconcerned.