Wicked Island Of Ireland - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

His silver-gray hair and azure eyes rippled in the darkness. A mysterious, pitch-black creature—no, perhaps a dangerous beast if approached too closely, she thought.

“H-Hayden, sir. I get that you’re proud of your nine inches and perfect angle, but I don’t want to know about it.”

Isu’s lips trembled, frozen stiff with tension.

He laughed huskily.

“Even if you begged to see it, I might not show you.”

He bent down to pick up his pants and held them out before Isu’s eyes.

“Aren’t you the impatient one.”

His breath continued softly.

Isu let out a low sigh.

“Ah…”

He shook the pants as if telling her to take them quickly. Isu reflexively accepted them and lowered her head.

Her vision went black with embarrassment and confusion. Being toyed with by an experienced man left her unable to lift her head.

“Thank- no, I’m fine…”

“I’ll add it to your bill.”

He moved the window-side table outside. The scented candle that had been on the table was placed in a corner of the room.

Isu, who had been twitching like a broken clock, belatedly put on the pants.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry for misunderstanding.”

Hayden glanced at her as he tied his shoelaces.

“You weren’t misunderstanding—I thought you were interested.”

He wore a shirt and vest, with navy trunks and white sneakers below. It was a fashion combination no one else could pull off, but his tall, clothes-hanger frame made it work.

Su struggled to lift her gaze from his muscular, long legs as she replied.

“How could I be interested in a complete stranger?”

He chuckled softly.

While it was fortunate to have clothes to cover herself, a problem arose. Due to the pants owner’s long legs, the hem was about eight inches too long, and the waist was too big.

Why were the thighs so wide too?

She tried adjusting the belt to fit her waist. But the belt had no holes that would work.

Without fastening the belt, the pants barely hung on her hips. Better than nothing, but movement was nearly impossible.

“Hmm… Hayden, your pants are quite big on me.”

He winked mischievously and replied.

“Because of the nine inches.”

Then a sudden question arose. How had his nine inches been measured?

“Did you measure it?”

Perhaps because the primitive topic stimulated her nerve endings, Su found herself becoming drawn into his pace.

When she came to her senses, he was standing right in front of her.

“Why? Want to measure it?”

The casual question, as if lewd conversation was everyday talk, made her head spin. What would she even do with that measurement? Su’s face flushed red.

“No… I don’t.”

She opened her mouth to emphasize her genuine disinterest, but couldn’t find the words to add. As she stammered, he pulled a repair pin from under the clock face with his teeth.

The pin gleamed sharply between his thick lips.

The moment her attention was drawn to the pin, he gripped it between his thumb and forefinger. With his other hand, he grabbed the belt around Su’s waist and pulled it taut.

The awl-like pin went straight for the belt.

The belt let out a creaking cry. Soon, a new hole appeared.

Hayden looked down at the hole with satisfaction.

“Somehow we’ve become close enough for me to punch holes in your belt.”

His smoothly curved lips resembled those of a wicked villain.

They also seemed seductive. It would be irrational to try seducing someone in this survival situation.

Similarly, being interested in a man while stranded would be irrational. Yet why couldn’t she take her eyes off him? She chose to close them instead.

The heavy rain had weakened, but the dripping from the ceiling still tickled her ears.

Drip, drip, drip. Breaking through the uniform noise, he laughed softly.

“I’ll punch any hole you want. If you desperately desire it, I might become even kinder than I am now.”

As if enchanted, Isu repeated his words.

“If I desperately desire it…”

One’s taste in the opposite s3x often reflects their sexual preferences. Those who want passionate s3x tend to seek suitable partners.

However, this man showed a psychology of wanting to fulfill lacking affection with women. That was quite unexpected. A man with a flawless face, ideal physique, and wealth should be far from being affection-starved.

“So you’ll accept any woman who desperately clings to you?”

She asked, presuming his preference was to not refuse women who came to fill his lack of affection. He maintained his composure, seemingly unbothered by the question that was half-mockery, half-sharp observation.

“Well. Depends on what they’re clinging to.”

His ice-blue gaze shifted to his trunk’s heavy front, as if specifying where to cling. Su barely swallowed the words about to burst out.

How crude, how crude.

He began moving junk outside again. It felt too soon to end the conversation—he made her too curious.

“Where are you from?”

“London.”

“What do you do?”

“Security business.”

The answer was unexpected. He gave off an intellectual air that suggested he worked in finance.

Isu rolled up the long pants hem as she asked.

“Do you do security work yourself?”

“Depends on the person.”

“If I asked for help, could you help me? I’m not sure how much money I have, but I could earn it and pay you.”

He seemed doubtful of the financial capacity of a woman who had appeared in just underwear.

“Well…”

She wanted to promise him whatever compensation he desired right away, but she didn’t know her pocket situation. Moreover, she’d need to pay for the jacket, belt, and pants too…

If she could return to her home somewhere, could she compensate him for everything?

No, would she even be able to return home?

Where was home anyway?

Why could she remember object names and information clearly when she couldn’t recall her name, age, or residence?

The more she thought, the more her head throbbed. Just then, Declan’s group returned, completely drenched from the rain.

“Wow, I can’t remember the last time I was this soaked.”

People shook their hair and wrung out their clothes at the doorway. Jena came in first, her makeup washed away by the rain, and said.

“The sky’s so foggy, I can’t tell where we are.”

Declan followed, sighing.

“At least we made distress signals. We’ll need some luck.”

The room, dimly lit by moonlight, was much tidier. The garbage that had littered the floor was gone, and dust-covered boxes and chairs were stacked in one corner.

Declan seemed displeased with the wooden boxes taking up the already cramped space.

“Why stack those over there? Space is tight enough—throw them out.”

Hayden answered while cleaning his ear as if hearing nonsense.

“For firewood when needed.”

Declan looked over Hayden’s attire. Seeing a man wearing only trunks below made him feel like he was in a soccer locker room.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

Conversely, Jena examined Isu’s appearance. Isu, who until recently had worn a man’s jacket like a dress, now also wore rolled-up pants.

Hayden displayed his stallion-like sturdy thighs. His legs were smooth without fine hair, as if waxed.

The silk navy trunks were full in front. Given the underwear size seemed much larger than his body, it suggested difficulty controlling arousal.

His upper body hidden by the shirt must be equally artistic, though she couldn’t confirm directly. Jena looked over his shirt, vest, and watch before asking briefly.

“Hayden, where do you live? Would it be rude to ask your age too?”

Hayden answered irritably while unbuttoning his vest.

“London. Twenty-eight.”

“What’s your surname? From a business family?”

“White. I’d prefer if you stopped prying into my personal information.”

He narrowed his brow as if revealing a sensitive nature. But Jena persisted.

“I’m not prying—I’m expressing interest.”

Hayden showed a crooked smirk.

“I don’t want interest from blondes.”

“That’s harsh coming from someone with similar hair color.”

He seemed not to hear Jena’s sulky voice. After removing his vest, Hayden spread it along the relatively clean window-side wall and looked down at Isu.

“Isu, lie down here.”

Giving her his clothes and preparing a place to sleep was clearly special treatment. Watching this scene, Jena crossed her arms and raised one corner of her mouth.

“So you want interest from dark-haired women? Was your first fantasy about an Asian nanny?”

In their minds, there was no particular reason a wealthy young master would be interested in Asian women. Beautiful women must throw themselves at him just for existing.

All attention focused on Hayden. He looked at Jena with cold eyes.

“My first love was an attractive Asian woman. If you’re going to make racist comments like Declan, you’d better keep your mouth shut.”

The words emerging from his aristocratic accent were all harsh. Jena realized provoking Hayden would do no good and tried to respond casually.

“Your way of speaking is sexy.”

“You flatter me.”

Hayden stared sharply at Jena before looking at Isu.

In the cold atmosphere Isu sat in the spot he offered without protest.

The floor was wooden, and his vest prevented the cold from rising. Though damp from rain was a flaw, it didn’t particularly bother her as her clothes were already wet.

People found their own spots and shared sips from a water bottle. Discussion about food supplies would wait until morning.

Whisper, whisper.

Though people’s conversation tickled her ears, Isu felt rather comfortable. The sound of people talking gave a sense of protection. If not for Hayden lying across from her, she might have dozed off already.

He lay on his side with crossed arms. His hair, soaked by rain and now drying, was disheveled, revealing his smooth forehead.

The wispy hair around his forehead made him look boyish. Though mature allure poured from his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight.

But was his first love really an Asian woman?

Was he showing kindness because it reminded him of happy times with her?

Regardless of Hayden’s intentions in showing kindness, the fact that he saved her life and gave her clothes remained unchanged. Without him, she would have died from acrid smoke by now.

She wanted to express gratitude to him for saving her life.

“Thank you.”

He smiled subtly and answered with a casual wink. His eyelashes’ gloss made his eyes flash brightly.

She thought him an attractive man. Whether his expressionless face giving off a cold impression, or his slight smile, or winking face.

Isu lowered her head, afraid her thoughts would be completely exposed.

Just then, Jena, who had been talking with the soccer players, spoke while looking at the space in front of Hayden.

“I want to sleep there.”