Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man

Hattie looked up and stared at the intimate couple; she shivered all over, and for a second, forgot what she was here for.

Rowan caught sight of Hattie first, and asked Greyson in a wondering tone, "Who's that woman, and why's she standing in front of our house?" Greyson immediately looked down..

Hattie's heart felt as if it began to tighten, and she stared back at him.

What kind of reaction would he have from the sight of her?

Greyson only stared for a second, then he looked away.

"No idea." He said coldly, yet Hattie could hear the words clearly.

"Guard," He looked behind him and summoned his men, "Get that woman off the premises, don't let her dirty my entrance!"

"Yes!" Two servants replied and quickly brought men to drive away Hattie.

"I'm Hattie Moss, I'd like to see Greyson..." Hattie spoke to a servant who appeared familiar.

They've all served her before, so they all knew her.

"I'm sorry, Miss Moss, but you heard the master; he hates you now, and..." The servant said politely, "the master's about to get married, and the madam is the current Miss Porter." Hattie felt a sharp pain in her chest, yet she continued to speak, "I know... I just want to speak with him for a bit, that's all..."

"Sorry!" The servants still restrained Hattie and threw her out.

Outside, the wind began to grow stronger, and suddenly, rain began to hail down the dark night sky.

Hattie stood before the entrance, the security guards wouldn't let her even near the door. She did not even have a place to hide from the rain, and she became soaking wet. She hugged her knees and curled into a ball to keep herself warm.

All she wanted was to ask Greyson to show mercy and leave Jensen alone; she wouldn't say anything more.

That was... all she wanted.

Hattie kept this thought in mind; she tried her best to avoid thinking about how shameful it was for her to come find Greyson like this...

Eventually, her head began to feel dizzy; she touched her forehead and realized she was coming down with a fever.

"Creak-" The iron gates were opened, and Greyson began to drive out in his car.

"Greyson Morgan!" Hattie immediately got up and stood in front of the car without a second thought.

The window was rolled down, so she could clearly see Greyson's face at the driver's seat, and the beautiful Rowan sat next to him.

"Greyson, I, I need to speak with you..." Hattie anxiously said.

"Move." Greyson glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and looking at her hands clamped on the car window, he said, "You're dirtying my car..."

Hattie squeezed the window sill, her heart was aching with hatred.

"I only need to speak with you for a bit... Please, Greyson."

Greyson completely ignored her; instead, he put on sunglasses and began to roll up the car window.

Hattie's fingers were caught as the window rolled up, but he had no intention of stopping; instead, he continued to roll up the window.

In severe pain, Hattie was forced to retract her bruised fingers.

In a split second, Greyson slammed on the gas pedal and drove away. The car blazed away quickly, and the force caused Hattie to slip and fall to the ground, her scraped knees began to bleed.

"Ow..."

The car continued on; Greyson did not even bother to look back, and he was long gone.

There was no way she could catch up, so Hattie could only remain at the entrance until he returned.

Blood continued to drip down from her knee, and it soon stained red her shoes.

She tried to press and hold down on the wound to stop the bleeding, but it was no use; she kept losing blood.

Hattie began to feel more and more lightheaded; soon, she couldn't bear it anymore, and fainted at the entrance.

"Miss Moss..." Seeing as she was the master's old lover, the servants brought her into the villa and tended to her wounds. As her blood stained the floor, the servants became anxious, and they immediately called Greyson.

"Master, Miss Moss fainted; she looks really ill. She even scraped her knee, and there's a lot of blood, and..."

"Did I say you can bring her into my home?" Greyson impatiently cut in as the servant was speaking, "Throw that bitch out now! Even if she dies at the door, don't any of you dare touch her! She deserves