When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 27: Taking Him for a Pervert

Beneath an ink-blue night sky, on the second floor of Lakeside Manor.

Luna Axton stood before a full-length mirror. She dispensed a pump of stretch mark prevention oil, warmed it between her palms, and applied it to her abdomen.

The reflection in the mirror showed a woman with fair, delicate skin. Having just stepped out of a hot bath, her skin glowed with a faint pinkish hue. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Once Luna Axton had made sure every inch of her belly was coated, she began applying a moisturizing body lotion.

This winter, probably due to her pregnancy, her skin had become very dry, especially on her arms and legs. If she forgot to apply lotion, it would start to flake like tiny snowflakes.

At the dinner table, Grandpa Fairchild had mentioned that the young lady of the Frost Family was named Adriana Frost.

A thought had flashed through her mind then: could her mother be Adriana Frost?

It wasn’t surprising she’d overthink it. Her mother had been so different from others who grew up in ordinary families during that era.

Her mother could play chess, dance, play the piano and violin—she even knew equestrianism and tennis.

She remembered her mother’s ID number; it indicated she was born in Kensing City.

But for as long as she could remember, her mother had been her only relative. She had no grandparents, uncles, or aunts.

The only people her mother knew in Kensing were her colleagues at school and the parents of her students.

The only people she was slightly closer to were Joy Coleman’s parents, Ms. Brooks and Mr. Coleman.

During holidays and festivals, Joy Coleman would go with her parents back to Ambervale to visit relatives.

But she and her mother never did.

Whenever there was a holiday, her mother would take her traveling all over the country—seeing the sights, eating delicious food, visiting attractions, exploring museums, and experiencing all sorts of fun things.

She hadn’t thought much of it before, but after marrying Blaze Fairchild and meeting Rosalind Fairchild and Yvonne Rhodes, she could tell from their clothes and style that they came from wealthy backgrounds.

In comparison, her mother had been the same.

In her memories, her mother always dressed elegantly and appropriately, wearing light makeup all year round.

On pleasant summer evenings, she would paint her toenails a lovely color.

When the school organized staff events, she would wear a beautiful gown and perform a solo on stage.

Her mother’s every move was naturally graceful and pleasing to the eye. She treated everyone with a gentle voice and a calm, unhurried demeanor.

Even when faced with the most mischievous student in her class, she would reason with them patiently, explaining the consequences of their actions with both logic and empathy.

Without well-educated parents to raise her, without an abundance of love, a woman couldn’t possibly grow to be so gentle.

The more she thought about it, the more suspicious Luna Axton felt about her mother’s origins.

After finishing his work in the study, Blaze Fairchild returned to the bedroom, ready to wash up and rest, only to realize Luna Axton was in the bathroom.

"Luna Axton."

"Luna Axton!"

He called out twice, but there was no answer from inside.

Dr. Miller had warned him not to let her stay in a confined space for too long.

The high humidity and stuffy air of a shower, combined with the posture of washing one’s hair, could easily make someone faint.

The thought that Luna Axton might have fainted sent a jolt of panic through Blaze Fairchild, and he pushed the bathroom door open without hesitation.

But the scene before him made him freeze.

Under the white light of the bathroom, a slender and willowy Luna Axton stood there. Her legs were shapely and straight, her belly protruded slightly, and her arms were held out in front of her.

Her entire body seemed to have a faint glow. With her short hair half-dry, she looked at him with damp eyes.

In that moment, she was as pure as an angel from a church mural.

Something in his chest gave a gentle, almost imperceptible tug.

Blaze Fairchild immediately took a step back. "Sorry, I thought you had fainted."

After his explanation, he hastily pulled the door shut.

The cold draft vanished. Luna Axton stared blankly at the closed door.

A pleasant melody still filled her ears as she continued to apply lotion to her arms.

Drying her hair and applying body lotion always took a long time, so Luna Axton had a habit of wearing Bluetooth earbuds to relax and listen to music.

If it hadn’t been for the sudden draft of cold air, she wouldn’t have even known the bathroom door had been opened.

How long had Blaze Fairchild been standing there watching her? She had no idea.

She lifted her gaze to the mirror. ’My figure isn’t that bad, is it?’

AHHHH!

Realizing what she was thinking, Luna Axton shook her head, trying to banish the absurd notion.

’Why would I care what Blaze Fairchild thinks of my body?’

’My brain must be broken to have such a ridiculous thought.’

Luna Axton pretended nothing had happened. She walked out of the bathroom, her eyes fixed on the bed, and immediately pulled the covers over her face.

Remembering the earbuds still in her ears, she took them out and reached over to place them on the nightstand.

A soft CLICK sounded in the quiet room.

Blaze Fairchild looked up and saw a slender, pale arm retract under the covers, leaving the white Bluetooth earbuds lying there.

Only then did he realize why Luna Axton hadn’t answered him earlier.

’So she was wearing earbuds.’

Hot water from the rain showerhead streamed down his well-defined physique and onto the floor.

Through the glass of the shower stall, Blaze Fairchild gazed at the bottles and jars on the vanity. She had been standing right there just now...

His throat felt dry and itchy. As his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed, he subconsciously licked his dry lips.

The scent of camellia lingered in the enclosed space. Camellias, as pure and sacred as she was...

The blood in his body boiled, rushing to one place.

Blaze Fairchild cursed himself internally for his pathetic reaction as he turned down the water temperature with one hand.

Before Blaze Fairchild came out, Luna Axton tucked her entire comforter tightly underneath her body.

She was drowsy and couldn’t be bothered to wait for Blaze to emerge. She just wrapped herself tightly in her blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

On winter mornings, the temperature outside was low, so her morning yoga class was moved indoors.

Mrs. Creed had specially cleared a space for her in the first-floor gym, setting out her yoga props. The Pilates equipment was also in place.

She was dressed in yoga clothes and practicing with the help of her instructor, Belle, when Blaze Fairchild walked in carrying a sports bottle and a towel.

Their eyes met, and for some reason, Luna Axton’s mind flashed back to the scene from last night when he had seen her completely.

WHOOSH—her face began to burn again.

Seeing Blaze Fairchild, the instructor, Belle, said, "Good morning, Young Master."

Blaze Fairchild gave a slight nod and went to turn on the treadmill.

In the gym, the husband and wife were like strangers.

One was sweating profusely on the treadmill, trying to burn off the excess energy that had been stirred up.

The other was on the Pilates reformer, gritting her teeth as she followed Belle’s instructions and completed the movements.

They were so distant, it was as if nothing had happened last night.

She had class at the university this morning, so she needed to get ready quickly.

Last night, Blaze Fairchild had said he would attend the class with Dr. Miller in her stead. She was delighted to have the free time, which she could use to prepare for her final exams and her internship interview at Concordia Medical Hall.

After her workout and shower, she came out of the bathroom.

Blaze Fairchild stopped her. "From now on, someone needs to watch you when you shower."

"Even though I have a wife’s duties, I... you..."

Luna Axton was so mortified and indignant that her mind went blank. She couldn’t find the words to describe how shameless and indecent his request was.

Finally, she warned him angrily, "You are not allowed to watch me shower."

The corner of Blaze Fairchild’s eyebrow twitched. ’She’s treating me like some kind of pervert!’

He scoffed, "And why can’t I?"

Luna Axton looked at the handsome face so close to hers—fair skin, red lips, full and well-shaped.

’I really want to kiss him!’

"Hmm?" His low voice was bewitching.

Luna Axton’s eyes darted away. Looking elsewhere, she mumbled, "I’ll be shy."

"Is that so?" Blaze Fairchild acted as if this was a serious matter. He stroked his chin, pretending to think it over carefully before saying, "Alright, then I won’t watch you. I’ll just stand guard at the door. Okay?"

"Okay."

Blaze Fairchild’s gaze fell on her round earlobes, which were so red they looked as if they might start bleeding. He decided not to tease her any further.

"Go have breakfast."

Luna Axton vanished from the doorway as if fleeing for her life. Behind her, Blaze Fairchild was like the big bad wolf, ready to devour her.

After they finished breakfast, they left Fairchild Estate one after the other.

Not long after their cars departed, the gates to Fairchild Estate opened again, and a black Audi A6 drove in.

Rosalind Fairchild and Miles Jacobs got out of the car one by one, carrying gifts as they headed toward Pinehurst Estate.

Julian Fairchild didn’t go to work, nor did he have a habit of exercising in the morning.

He had been busy with work his entire youth, and in his old age, he had helped Blaze Fairchild secure his position as the CEO of Evergrow.

At his age, he now slept in until he woke up naturally every day.

After breakfast, as usual, he was in The Octagon Pavilion, drinking tea, teasing his birds, and feeding the fish, living a leisurely life.

He tossed a handful of fish food into the water, and the fish swarmed over, their mouths wide open.

Julian Fairchild watched with a cheerful smile. "You’re all quite a lively bunch."

"But that’s alright. With Luna pregnant, by next winter, I’ll have a little babbling baby to keep me company."

"Dad." Rosalind Fairchild hadn’t found Julian Fairchild in the house. When Uncle Foster told her the Old Master was feeding the fish, she brought Miles Jacobs over to find him.