When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 82: The Rich Man’s Troubles

A little after nine p.m., Luna Axton stepped out of the bathroom after her shower.

She was wearing a fluffy, ankle-length robe that gave off a very wintry vibe.

Lakeside Manor had its central heating on, but she just loved this soft, warm feeling.

Winter ought to feel like winter.

As a medical student, she preferred a lifestyle that followed the natural rhythm of the seasons.

But she wasn’t the only one living at Lakeside Manor, so it was impossible to have everything arranged exactly as she liked.

After she finished her shower, Blaze Fairchild went in to take his, tidying up the bathroom while he was at it.

Luna Axton glanced at the closed bathroom door, then tiptoed to the study to search for her phone.

After she posted the clarification video, Blaze Fairchild, worried she might suffer from another round of harassment, had confiscated her phone.

Blaze Fairchild had hidden it incredibly well; she had searched all afternoon without finding a single trace of it.

She had searched the bedroom and the walk-in closet in the afternoon.

Lakeside Manor was only so big. The most likely place for Blaze Fairchild to have hidden the phone was the study.

This was the first time Luna Axton had set foot in Blaze Fairchild’s study since moving into Lakeside Manor.

The heavy, wooden desk was piled high with documents and books, with a few small, brightly colored objects like a Rubik’s Cube and a grip strengthener scattered among them.

The large bookcase behind the desk was stuffed with books, without a single gap to be seen.

It looked as if cramming in one more book would cause the entire bookcase to lose its last point of support and come crashing down.

’How can Blaze Fairchild possibly focus on work in such a messy environment?’

Luna Axton was a book lover. Back at her family home in Kensing, there was also a wall of bookshelves.

She had loved all kinds of books since she was a child, and had started reading martial arts novels in the second grade.

Even though she didn’t know some of the words, it didn’t stop her from reading.

Her mom never hesitated to spend money on books, so her collection grew and grew.

Her mom had converted the wall behind the TV in the living room into a full-fledged bookcase, and the living room became her favorite reading nook.

Most of the time, she and her mom would be in the living room, each absorbed in their own activities.

Judging by how worn they were, the books on Blaze Fairchild’s shelves must have been read countless times, and were clearly well-loved.

’Boys and girls really are different.’

She liked her bookshelves to be neat and tidy, and she never left her books wrinkled or full of dog-ears.

’What kind of books would a big-shot CEO like Blaze Fairchild be interested in?’

Luna Axton was curious.

Her gaze fell on the most worn-out book in front of her, and she carefully slid it from the shelf.

*Narrow Gate*.

Luna Axton had read many reviews of this book.

It had a tragic ending.

That was why she had never read it.

She cried easily and was afraid of her eyes getting puffy.

’Why would Blaze Fairchild be so drawn to such a tragic novel?’

’I want to find out why.’

With the book in her hands, Luna Axton completely forgot why she had come to the study in the first place.

She leaned against the wall, resting the book against the bookcase, and began to read.

Perhaps because it had been so long since she’d read anything besides her medical textbooks, Luna Axton was immediately engrossed.

When Blaze Fairchild came out of the shower and didn’t see her, he thought, ’Oh no.’

He hurried to the study, where he saw a fluffy figure leaning against the wall, completely engrossed in a book.

She was reading *Narrow Gate*—the very book he had read countless times.

She was barefoot but for a pair of fluffy, open-toed slippers. Her long, delicate toes had turned red, but she was completely oblivious, seemingly unbothered by how tired her feet must be.

Blaze Fairchild reached out and took the book from her hands.

Luna Axton looked up with teary eyes, and once she recognized the person before her, she asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Go back to the room and read sitting down."

Still lost in the emotions of the book, she nodded woodenly. "Okay."

It wasn’t until she had walked out of the study that Luna Axton remembered why she had gone in there.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at Blaze Fairchild with pleading eyes. "Can I have my phone back?"

Blaze Fairchild’s eyes narrowed. "You were looking for your phone?"

’Yes?’

"No," Luna Axton denied. "I didn’t know what time it was, so I came to the study to check."

"Ohhh," Blaze Fairchild drawled meaningfully, then chuckled. "In that case, I’m not giving you the phone back."

’Ah!’

’He’s so mean!’

’He’s deliberately teasing me.’

"Mr. Fair—"

Under Blaze Fairchild’s displeased stare, Luna Axton realized the issue with her form of address and quickly corrected herself. "Blaze, I need my phone."

’It feels so awkward to call him that. ’Mr. Fairchild’ rolls off the tongue so much more easily.’

"What do you need your phone for?"

At that moment, Blaze Fairchild was like an overbearing homeroom teacher, patiently guiding his student step-by-step into a trap.

If Luna Axton dared to fall for it, she was toast.

She said, "I just want to see what’s happening online."

If she didn’t tell the truth, Blaze Fairchild would just use her words to tease her again, so she chose to be honest.

"The book, or the phone?" Blaze Fairchild asked, holding the book in one hand and the phone in the other.

Luna Axton didn’t hesitate. "I’ll read the book tomorrow. I want the phone now."

Blaze Fairchild handed her the phone and sauntered back to the room.

The sound of his slippers dragging against the floor sounded suspiciously like a sign that he was angry.

’Why would he be angry?’

’He’s the one who told me to choose.’

Luna Axton didn’t get it.

But she didn’t hesitate for a second to open her social media app.

It took a few seconds after logging in for Luna Axton’s phone to stop lagging.

The notifications showed 999+, just as she had expected.

She didn’t open a single one—not the comments, not the direct messages.

She knew she couldn’t handle them, so she decided not to look.

Luna Axton decided to just search for "Luna Axton clarification" online. The first result was her own video.

She scrolled down, looking at the videos one by one.

There was a video from the auction house, showing the auction for the "Lucky Star."

She watched as a flurry of bids came in, starting at one hundred million and fighting up to two hundred million. In the end, a proxy bidder simply raised their paddle, jumping the price straight to three hundred million.

The room erupted in an uproar. The client was clearly determined to win at all costs.

The auctioneer scanned the room. "Three hundred million. Are there any higher bids?"

After a few seconds of silence, the auctioneer’s gavel came down. "Three hundred million..."

’Three hundred million, gone in less than a minute!’

"This ring actually cost three hundred million?!"

As the shock wore off, Luna Axton suddenly felt the ring on her finger grow exceptionally heavy.

Blaze Fairchild was leaning against the headboard, legs crossed, reading his book.

Without so much as lifting an eyelid, he let out a "hmm" through his nose in response.

"Are you that rich?" Luna Axton was suddenly curious just how wealthy Blaze Fairchild was.

"In terms of liquid assets, as long as we’re not buying a Lucky Star every day, we have more than we could spend in a lifetime."

Blaze Fairchild tilted his chin up as he said this, looking quite proud.

Luna Axton was speechless. ’Not having to worry about money for the rest of your life... It sounds so unreal.’

"So, do you have any worries at all?"

Blaze Fairchild replied, "Wondering when you’ll finally notice I’m angry."

’That’s... what kind of worry is that?!’

Luna Axton moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Why are you angry?" she asked earnestly.

She tilted her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on Blaze Fairchild’s face.

’He doesn’t seem any different when he’s angry. He’s always expressionless anyway.’

Blaze Fairchild’s eyelids twitched open.

Seeing her looking so well-behaved, having put down her phone to come over and ask him "why," he actually felt a wave of gratification.

’I really must have set the bar too low for her,’ he thought. ’Just one concerned question from her is enough to make all my anger vanish.’

Instead of answering, Blaze Fairchild asked a question of his own. "Why were you reading that book?"

"It was the most tattered and conspicuous one, so I got curious about what kind of books you normally read."

Blaze Fairchild shifted, sitting cross-legged to face her. "You want to get to know me?"