When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 10: Does He Seem Like Such a Desperate Man
Luna Axton’s nerves were stretched taut. She thought Blaze Fairchild was about to do something inappropriate to her. Terrified, she clutched the covers tighter, turned to face him, and threatened, "I... I’m pregnant!"
Blaze Fairchild was visibly stunned. Was he really that desperate? If he hadn’t been drugged that night, he wouldn’t have just grabbed this girl to be his antidote!
But looking at the small woman bundled in the blankets, he simply explained, "We’re too far apart. There’s a gap in the covers. Your back will get cold."
Luna Axton felt her face flush. How embarrassing!
She silently scooted toward the middle of the bed and pressed down on the blankets between them.
Her previously hectic life had never allowed her to get a proper night’s sleep.
With this rare chance to sleep so early, accompanied by the white noise of the stream flowing outside the window, Luna Axton soon drifted off.
Behind her, Blaze Fairchild made a mental note: his own overtime was forcing his employees to do the same. This issue needed a gentle resolution; overtime had to be strongly discouraged.
Business was supposed to be mutually beneficial, and Evergrow Group’s corporate culture couldn’t be tarnished by such superficial practices.
It was also time for him to begin his year-end inspections.
After mentally arranging his work schedule, Blaze Fairchild also fell asleep.
Time passed.
As dawn broke in the east, a well-rested Luna Axton slowly opened her eyes. She hadn’t slept so comfortably in a long, long time, and she was in an excellent mood.
Perhaps it was because of the man sleeping beside her, but for the first time in a long while, she, who had suffered from cold hands and feet since childhood, felt warm.
Behind her, Blaze Fairchild was still asleep, his breathing shallow and even.
Luna Axton wiggled her numb hand under the covers and gazed out the window.
There were windows on two sides of the room. The one on Blaze Fairchild’s side faced the stream in front of the house. Out her window, she could see rolling hills that resembled a giant lying on the ground.
At that moment, a semicircle of golden light peeked out from behind the mountains as the sun slowly began to rise.
She couldn’t put into words the beauty of the sunrise and the profound way it moved her. She just lay in bed, watching as the fiery red sun rose until it was out of the window’s view.
The morning light broke through, and the thin mist scattered.
Light and shadow spilled into the room, making specks of dust dance in the air.
This was the first sunrise she had ever truly watched, and it promised a wonderful day ahead.
Even with a yoga class scheduled for the morning, Luna Axton was in high spirits.
A stir came from behind her.
Blaze Fairchild was awake. Luna Axton immediately shut her eyes, feigning sleep. With her eyes closed, her other senses became particularly sharp. She could clearly track Blaze Fairchild’s movements.
Blaze Fairchild went to wash up first, then returned to the bedside to change. He placed his pajamas on the bench at the foot of the bed and then left the room.
Only after the door closed did Luna Axton open her eyes, her body relaxing as she let out a long sigh.
Phew...
Blaze Fairchild always has this imposing aura that radiates from him. She just wanted to avoid him whenever she could. It’s best not to interact with him at all.
But things didn’t go her way. After dawdling upstairs for quite a while, she came down to find Blaze Fairchild still eating breakfast in the dining room.
She stood at the foot of the stairs, hesitating. Should she go for a walk first? Or find a corner to sit in for a bit, just to avoid him?
"Young Madam," Mrs. Creed called to her. "Your breakfast will be ready in a moment. Please wait at the table."
"Oh, okay." Luna Axton braced herself and sat down on the other side of the round table, as far from Blaze Fairchild as possible.
Fortunately, Blaze Fairchild was focused on his phone, which was lying flat on the table. She looked up toward the kitchen, giving her eyes somewhere to land.
Mrs. Creed brought her breakfast. "Young Madam, it’s a small portion. You’ll have a snack after your yoga class. This is folic acid; it’s a necessary supplement during pregnancy."
"Okay," she replied, then lowered her head and began to eat slowly, trying to drag out the meal.
"Young Master, Young Madam."
Luna Axton didn’t have to turn around to know the voice belonged to her yoga instructor, Belle.
"Mm," Blaze Fairchild acknowledged. He wiped his mouth, stood up, and left.
Luna Axton had never been athletic, so she was resistant to the idea of a yoga class. She had been bad at P.E. since she was little; her limbs were uncoordinated, and she was even tone-deaf.
Dressed in loose athletic wear, she struggled to follow Ms. Belle’s movements. She had no time or attention to spare for the refreshing feeling of practicing yoga by the stream amidst all the greenery.
The entire yoga session was nothing short of a disaster.
Ms. Belle was swamped, having to demonstrate the poses, adjust Luna’s form, and constantly watch her to prevent any falls or sprains.
But just based on what Ms. Belle had said—that prenatal yoga aided fetal development and eased the discomforts of pregnancy—and because she had such a gentle and patient teacher, Luna became determined to master it.
"Hmm, her figure isn’t bad, but as for her face..." a judgmental voice piped up. "Well, she has a demure look, I suppose."
The newcomer’s gaze and tone made Luna Axton deeply uncomfortable. She didn’t answer, instead sizing up the woman with the same scrutinizing look.
The woman was well-preserved, looking to be in her forties. Her long, side-parted hair was gathered at the nape of her neck, and her eyes and brows bore a slight resemblance to Grandpa Fairchild’s. She wore a simple, tasteful, yet clearly expensive suit.
Seeing the Young Madam remain silent, Mrs. Creed stepped forward to make the introduction. "Miss Rosalind, this is the Young Master’s wife, Luna Axton." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Hmph. Father really is getting old. A mere servant like you dares to speak out of turn in front of me? I see his eyesight isn’t the only thing that’s failing; his mind is going, too."
Mrs. Creed replied with calm dignity, "I was assigned by the Young Master to care for the Young Madam. This was approved by both Uncle Foster and the Old Master."
Her authority challenged, Rosalind Fairchild gritted her teeth. "What? You think I can’t deal with you just because I married out of the family?"
With that, she raised her hand, poised to strike Mrs. Creed.
"Caleb!" Luna Axton cried out, and Caleb rushed forward, catching the hand that was about to slap Mrs. Creed.
After letting go, Caleb immediately bowed his head and apologized. "My apologies, Miss Rosalind. We are under orders from the Young Master and the Old Master to protect the Young Madam."
"Hmph!" Rosalind Fairchild snorted, glaring at Luna Axton. She silently added this offense to Luna Axton’s account.
Her father had called last night and told her to come over today. Only after arriving did she learn that he wanted her to take Blaze Fairchild’s wife out to buy some fashionable clothes.
The girl before her looked demure enough, but she was far too plain. With her short hair and thin, frail frame, she was just the type to arouse a man’s protective instincts. Just like that bitch, Adriana Frost, and her vixen-like ways.
At the thought of Adriana Frost, a flicker of triumph sparked within Rosalind Fairchild. "Forget it. As his aunt, I won’t stoop to arguing with you. Your grandfather told me to take you shopping for clothes, so let’s go."
An aunt? Blaze Fairchild’s aunt.
Luna Axton scoffed internally. This ’elder’ certainly knows how to smooth things over and give herself a graceful way out.
"I have another class later. I don’t have time."
"When you go out, you represent the Fairchild Family. You should at least wear some decent clothes. Don’t let people mistake you for a beggar and bring shame upon our name."
Luna Axton had long understood the principle that fine clothes can intimidate the petty. What the woman in front of her said was true, so she no longer refused.
"Fine. I’ll go change, and then I’ll go with you."
Having gotten her way, Rosalind Fairchild smiled. "Then you’d better be quick about it."
Blaze Fairchild’s wife is quite a character. Ever since Adriana Frost disappeared, life hasn’t been this interesting in a long, long time.
