When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 38: Magic Was Cast on His World

Wyatt Kingston stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, passionately detailing his grand, ambitious plans with the air of a man mapping out his empire.

Blaze Fairchild’s long finger tapped rhythmically on his phone screen.

Three minutes had passed. He wasn’t going to wait any longer.

Blaze Fairchild ended the video call and immediately dialed a number, all in one smooth motion.

Wyatt Kingston stood at the window, gazing down at the lavish banquet below. ’When I make it big,’ he thought, ’I’m going to throw a victory party just like this.’

"How many people graduate from drama and film academies every year? They’re all newcomers who can’t land any scripts. My short-form dramas could create jobs for them. No one is making short-form dramas right now. I’ll be a pioneer in that market."

The only problem was, his old man thought short-form dramas were an insult to cinematic culture and forbade him from developing them at Stellacube, claiming it would tarnish their brand.

So he had no choice but to strike out on his own and seek investors.

Blaze Fairchild had the sharpest eye in the business world, and he was his best friend. It was only natural that they should prosper together.

He turned around, full of enthusiasm, only to find Blaze Fairchild on the phone. This was a complete insult to his project.

"Leo... wait, boss, you have to listen to me! Who are you calling?"

"You. Quiet."

Wyatt Kingston saw his cold, grim expression and was taken aback by his seriousness.

’Who could possibly be more important than a discussion about a money-making project?’

Blaze Fairchild shot him a cold glare. Wyatt Kingston mimed zipping his lips, then nodded and gave him an "OK" sign.

Luna Axton was contorting herself, trying to find the right angle to trim an agonizingly ingrown toenail.

She faintly heard a phone ringing.

She paused and listened carefully. There really was a call.

’It must be Blaze’s.’

Luna Axton let out a long sigh, stretched her sore neck, and went to answer the phone.

"I’m fine."

"You’re three minutes late."

"I was trying to cut my toenails. I have an ingrown one, so it’s taking a while to deal with."

The line went silent. After a long pause, he finally spoke.

’Blaze’s toes were so long and his toenails so perfect; he’d surely never experienced the pain of an ingrown nail.’

She figured that since Blaze wasn’t saying anything, he was about to hang up.

Just then, his voice came through, devoid of any emotion. "I’ll take care of it when I get back."

Then he hung up. Luna Axton was slow to process it.

’What does he mean, "he’ll take care of it"? Is Blaze going to cut my toenails for me?’

Luna Axton’s ears instantly grew hot, and a blush spread across her cheeks.

Cutting someone’s toenails or cleaning their ears were intimate acts. Her relationship with Blaze clearly hadn’t reached that stage.

She sat in a daze for a long time before finally resigning herself to it.

’It really is inconvenient, being pregnant.’

After tidying up the bathroom, Luna Axton picked up a classic text on traditional Chinese medicine, got back into bed, and began to read aloud.

Her life was much more structured now, leaving her with plenty of free time.

She started focusing on her pregnancy, spending a little time each day reading books about maternity and childbirth.

The books said to interact with the baby often, to talk to it.

After the baby leaves the protective womb, hearing a familiar voice in a strange new world will help it feel secure.

The word "secure" was all it took. For that reason alone, Luna Axton began her prenatal education.

The goal of this "prenatal education" wasn’t to have the baby learn facts or get a head start in life, but simply to familiarize it with her voice.

She didn’t really know what to say to Lucky, so she just read her books aloud every day.

She’d watched some parenting bloggers online and, taking their advice, bought a few children’s picture books that she planned to read every night before bed.

Lately, when she read the classic medical texts before bed, she tended to fall asleep very easily.

And every time, she had to trouble Blaze, who always came home late, to take the book away for her.

Blaze never mentioned it, but she knew.

’Books don’t just grow legs and neatly place themselves on the nightstand.’

Today was no exception. As Luna Axton read, her voice grew softer and slower...

She fell asleep before she even turned to the third page.

After Blaze finished discussing the short-form drama project with Wyatt Kingston, he had no desire to stay any longer, even though the banquet was still in full swing.

In winter, the Fairchild Estate was silent, exuding an empty, desolate chill.

Bathed in moonlight, he turned into the path leading to Lakeside Manor.

The sight that greeted him was like a secret forest glade: a small house glowing with dim, orange light, the sound of a gurgling stream nearby.

The blackout curtains on the second floor hadn’t been drawn. Again.

A soft white light seeped through the sheer curtains, a stark contrast to the other lights, making the little house seem particularly special.

The corners of Blaze’s lips lifted slightly. ’She must have fallen asleep with the reading light on again.’

He entered the house, went straight upstairs to their room, and paused at the doorway.

Sure enough, there she was on the bed, dressed in cotton pajamas, her hand resting on an open book.

She had pushed the blanket to the foot of the bed, her legs pinning it down.

Her pale, delicate feet were bare.

Dr. Miller had said that pregnant women run a little warmer than most people, so they don’t feel the cold as much in winter.

The smell of alcohol still clung to him, mixed with the general scent of the banquet hall. All in all, it wasn’t a pleasant combination.

Instead of approaching the bed, Blaze turned and went into the walk-in closet.

The sound of the shower blended with the murmur of the stream outside the window, not at all jarring or disruptive.

After his shower, Blaze, now smelling of fresh body wash, changed into casual clothes.

He gathered a nail-clipping kit, iodine, cotton swabs, and a portable lamp. Then, he sat on the bench at the foot of the bed to inspect Luna’s toenails.

Her left big toe was indeed redder than the right. There were signs she had tried to trim it, but she hadn’t cut deep enough to solve the problem.

Luna was deep in sleep. In her dreams, she felt a pleasant warmth on her foot.

"Mmm~" A soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips, completely unconscious.

A muscle twitched on Blaze’s handsome face. He glanced up, but seeing no sign of Luna stirring, he went back to his task.

In the haze between sleep and wakefulness, Luna felt an itching sensation on her toe.

A sliver of awareness remained in her mind. She remembered what she was doing before bed. ’An ingrown toenail... shouldn’t that hurt?’

Her drowsiness vanished in an instant. She opened her eyes to see Blaze, head bowed, holding her foot as he trimmed her toenail.

She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but Blaze held it firm.

"Awake? Perfect timing."

He had just been worried that if the final cut was too deep, it might startle her awake.

Luna obediently stayed still. ’He’s already gotten this far,’ she thought, ’I can’t just ask him to stop now.’

So she just lay in bed, watching him quietly.

Blaze’s features were sharp and defined—thick brows, deep-set eyes. His entire focus was on her toenail, his expression just as serious as when he was at the office.

His palm was so warm. The heat seemed to travel up the nerves from her foot all the way to her face.

Luna’s face felt hot, and she covered it with her hands, hoping to cool it down.

"Done." Blaze’s voice was accompanied by a cool sensation on her toe.

He had sprayed it with iodine and was now using a cotton swab to dab away the excess.

He carefully put her sock back on. "Keep your feet warm. There aren’t many cold medicines you can take."

The heat was on, but he had left the windows cracked open for ventilation, worried she might feel stuffy.

Luna pulled her foot back. "Thank you, Mr. Fairchild."

Blaze packed everything away, washed his hands, and turned off the lights to go to bed.

He lay with his hands behind his head, staring at the shadows of branches swaying on the ceiling.

He couldn’t quite describe his current state of mind.

It was a tranquility he had never felt before.

For the first twenty-three years of his life, he had been constantly rushing forward, never pausing to look at anything else.

Time seemed to flash by in an instant.

But now... now he could hear the sound of the stream, see the small, lit-up house, taste the flavor of his food.

It was as if everything around him had transformed from a collection of inanimate objects into things that were moving, living, and breathing.

Just like in a movie he’d seen as a child, with a touch of Magic, everything that had been frozen in time began to move.

The feeling made his heart pound, yet it also felt completely surreal.

Blaze smirked. ’Looks like I really did have a bit too much to drink tonight.’

He was actually starting to get sentimental.

Blaze rolled over, pulled the covers around himself, and closed his eyes.

Luna heard Blaze moving around. Thinking of his thoughtful gesture, she closed her eyes, her heart full of warmth, and drifted off to sleep.