Throughout the day, Owen kept checking for Blake's response, but there was no word. His shift ended exactly at 9:00 pm, and he wanted to tell Hayden that his shift was over, but thinking about what Hayden had done, he muttered to himself, "No, he's a weirdo," and left the hospital. He went to a nearby noodle food store, eating while holding his phone, but 99% of his attention was on the phone, not the food. After eating, he went home, his room scattered with clothes and trash. "Gosh, I'll clean it tomorrow," he said and flopped onto the bed
Meanwhile, Hayden finished his shift at exactly 12:00 am. He left the hospital and headed home, his house a mansion with big securities and bodyguards everywhere. He got in the house, headed straight to his room, put his things down on the table, and went into the bathroom to freshen up. A few minutes later, he came out wearing short boxers, a small towel around his neck. He took his phone from his bag, and immediately put on his date. His phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram. He leaned against the desk, wiping his wet hair as he switched from WeChat to Instagram, seeing Owen's message. He froze, because Owen had never messaged him, neither did he message Owen
Hayden's fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitation etched on his face as he stared at Owen's message. He took a deep breath and typed back a simple "Hey", his eyes narrowing as he wondered what prompted this sudden outreach.
Owen's phone buzzed, and he reached for it with a grumble, "Emily, it better not be you." His expression transformed from annoyance to shock as he saw H.Blake's name on the screen. "He messaged me!" Owen's voice echoed through the room as he jumped off the bed, phone clheld tightly in his hand.
He landed with a thud, still clutching the phone, and quickly typed "Good evening, I mean morning, Mr. Blake..." His eyes widened in horror as he was about to delete and retype, but accidentally clicked send. "Oh no, no, no!"
Hayden's phone buzzed again, and he raised an eyebrow as he read Owen's message. A hint of amusement danced on his lips as he sat on his bed, fingers flying across the keyboard. He typed "Owen, why are you messaging me at this hour, don't you sleep at night..." but deleted it, opting for a more casual "How are you" instead
Owen's fingers flew across the keyboard, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "I'm good, what about you?"
Hayden's response came a moment later, a simple "I'm good too".
Owen's smile widened as he typed, "That's good to hear. Sorry to bother you, I'm your secret admirer 😊"
Hayden's eyebrows rose, curiosity piqued. He typed back, "Oh, I see".
Owen's next message came quickly, "We met at Greenview hospital, I treated you that day when you were injured (he wrote the date, day, and hour)".
Hayden's expression froze as he realized Owen was referring to his brother, the one he wanted to text was his elder brother. A flicker of something shifted inside him, but he quickly pushed it away and typed back, "Yeah, I remember".
Owen's response was immediate, "Hope you don't mind me being your secret admirer, right?"
Hayden smirked to himself, deciding to play along. Instead of telling Owen he got the wrong number or the person he was trying to talk to was his brother, he wanted to see what Owen was up to. He typed, "Sure, I like that. My secret admirer".
As the night wore on, they kept texting each other, exchanging stories and laughter. The conversation flowed easily, and before they knew it, the clock struck 6 am.
Hayden typed, "Guess we talked all night. Gonna get some sleep now".
Owen replied, "Yeah, me too. Goodnight, Mr. Blake".
Hayden's lips curled into a sly smile as he typed back, "Goodnight, secret admirer
The conversation ended, but the intrigue lingered, leaving both wondering what the other was really like.