When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 52: He Is Coaxing Her
Luna Axton sat on the sofa, pouting as she flipped through a new comic book.
As for the comic’s content, she wasn’t taking in any of it.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Judging by their heavy tread, it was undoubtedly Blaze Fairchild.
’Hmph. That annoying man.’
Luna Axton shifted, turning her back to the doorway. She didn’t want to see Blaze Fairchild’s face.
After the dance, Blaze Fairchild suddenly found himself missing Luna Axton.
He had been so busy with year-end work lately that they hadn’t had a proper talk, and he hadn’t even read her any bedtime stories.
Surrounded by senior executives exchanging toasts, he had made his excuses about having work to handle and left directly.
"I’m home," he said cheerfully.
The figure on the sofa didn’t move, not even sparing him a glance.
The atmosphere was clearly wrong.
"What’s wrong?" He squatted down beside Luna Axton, his hand naturally coming to rest on her leg.
Luna Axton lifted her leg, flicking his unwanted hand away.
Blaze Fairchild was confused. ’Did I do something to upset Luna?’
She ignored Blaze Fairchild, her cold gaze landing on his necktie.
With her cheeks puffed out, she said, "Give it back to me."
"The tie? But you gave it to me, didn’t you? Why do you want it back now?"
"Give it back!" Luna Axton repeated stubbornly, reaching out to yank it off him.
"Alright, alright."
Blaze Fairchild took her hand. Although he still didn’t know why she was angry, he knew it was best to humor her for now.
"I’ll do it. Let me untie it."
The moment Blaze Fairchild had the tie off, Luna Axton snatched it from him, shot to her feet, and left the room.
She started rummaging through the drawers in her room, but there wasn’t a single pair of scissors.
"Luna, what’s going on? Is something wrong with the tie?"
"I need scissors."
She stared at Blaze Fairchild, her eyes glistening. Stubborn tears welled in their reddened rims.
"Okay, I’ll go find some. You wait for me on the sofa."
’She’s still barefoot, and the wood floors are pretty cold. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone lay down some plush, warm carpets in all the rooms.’
Blaze Fairchild quickly went downstairs and found a pair of scissors.
"I can give them to you, but you..."
"Don’t worry, I’m more skilled with knives and scissors than you are." ’I’ve dissected and sutured plenty of pigskins, pig hearts, and pig stomachs, after all.’ "I won’t hurt myself."
Blaze Fairchild knew she was angry, but he still didn’t know why.
All he could do was go along with whatever Luna Axton wanted, letting her vent first.
The moment Luna Axton held the scissors and began cutting the tie to shreds, it dawned on Blaze Fairchild.
’Of everything he had done today, the only thing that could possibly make Luna this angry was... the dance.’
’Did Joy Coleman tell her, or did Yvonne Rhodes say something herself?’
Only after she had reduced the perfectly good necktie to scraps of fabric did Luna Axton finally put down the scissors.
He hadn’t said a word to interrupt her the entire time.
"May I clean up now?" Blaze Fairchild asked.
After destroying the tie, Luna Axton’s mood had calmed considerably.
Hearing him ask such a thing, she froze.
’He actually humored me like my mother would, waiting until I had finished my tantrum before even asking if he could clean up.’
’Even after I destroyed an expensive tie, he didn’t ask why?’
’And his tone was still so calm.’
"Aren’t you angry?" Luna Axton asked, glancing at him sideways.
Blaze Fairchild watched her, his tone laced with concern. "Are *you* still angry?"
Luna Axton was taken aback. "You knew I was angry."
"It was pretty obvious," Blaze Fairchild said, affirming her feelings. "I know you’re angry because I danced with Yvonne Rhodes."
"Yes, but also no."
"Hm?" ’She’s willing to talk about it.’ He was delighted. "What do you mean?"
He was even happier knowing she was angry at Yvonne Rhodes.
’After all, he was six years older than Luna and had more life experience. He could understand most things at a glance.’
’Luna, on the other hand, was a different story.’
’A clueless Luna like this was the most fun.’
"You wore the tie I picked out to go dance with Yvonne Rhodes, even though you know exactly how she feels about you."
’Mhm, the air is thick with jealousy.’
A grin tugged at Blaze Fairchild’s lips, seeing right through her. "Honey, have you been craving anything sour lately?"
Luna Axton frowned, annoyed. ’We’re not talking about food right now!’
She turned her head away in a huff. "No."
"Dancing with the employees is a tradition at Evergrow Group."
Blaze Fairchild explained as he squatted in front of her, boxing her in with his hands on either side of her body to keep her from leaving.
"I’ll cancel the tradition next year. Dancing is kind of boring anyway. It’d be better to replace it with something more fun that everyone can get involved in. The Group needs to keep innovating, right?"
Blaze Fairchild took her hand and asked in a soft voice, "What do you think, Luna? Am I right?"
For some reason, hearing Blaze Fairchild say that made her heart feel light and fluttery.
’Blaze Fairchild was respecting her feelings. He was explaining things to her.’
’To be more precise, he was placating her.’
But her expression remained neutral, and her voice was tinged with a jealousy she herself didn’t even notice.
"Whatever. It’s your company’s business, it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, I’m not giving you any more presents. You can dance with whomever you please."
"Oh, so you *are* angry about me dancing with someone else."
"No!" Luna Axton denied loudly. "I’m angry that you wore the tie I picked out to go and hold Yvonne Rhodes in your arms, when you know perfectly well..."
Luna Axton’s gaze fell to their clasped hands, then back to the handsome face before her. A sudden wave of revulsion washed over her.
"Your hand also held hers, and she touched your shoulder."
She snatched her hand back, planted a foot on his thigh, and used it as leverage to push herself back, trying to get away from him.
"You’re dirty. Stay away from me."
Blaze Fairchild’s eyes twinkled with mirth, and his eyebrow twitched. "Keep reading your book. Wait for your husband to come out all clean, and then I’ll help you let off some steam, okay?"
Luna Axton looked away, but her words were still sharp. "Who needs you to help them let off steam?"
Knowing she was mostly placated, Blaze gathered the unrecognizable remains of the tie from the floor.
’As long as Luna was happy, she could cut up anything she wanted.’
After Blaze Fairchild left, Luna Axton sat on the sofa in a daze.
She began to reflect on her actions.
’How could I just cut up something so expensive on a whim?’
’When did I become so spoiled?’
’Have I already forgotten the days when I couldn’t even afford a fruit tea, when I couldn’t bear to buy an extra steamed bun?’
’Luna Axton, you’re being so wasteful.’
’That cost money! I can’t be so impulsive next time!’
RING RING RING...
A phone was ringing from between the sofa cushions. It was an unknown number.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately answered.
"Hello, this is Luna Axton."
Her voice held a faint trace of nervousness.
"Good evening."
It was the voice of Academician Theodore Frost.
’He’s actually calling me himself. Is it good news, or is he calling to console me?’
Luna Axton’s grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles turning white.
"Good evening, Academician Frost."
"I’m calling to tell you that I was very impressed by your thoughts on the current employment landscape for doctors."
Luna Axton pressed her lips together and nodded firmly. "Mm-hmm."
"In the future, please continue to follow that instinct of yours for identifying and thinking through problems."
Luna Axton’s heart sank.
’In the future?’
’Does that mean I failed the interview, and he’s calling to console me?’
The tension drained from her stiff spine, and she slumped back onto the sofa.
"Academician Frost, thank you. I’ll remember that."
’Looks like I still need to work harder.’
