When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 89: Matching Her Pace

Blaze Fairchild carried her back to the bed. Luna Axton’s face flushed red, her heart pounding in her chest.

As his warm breath drew near, she subconsciously clutched the comforter beneath her.

He kissed her forehead, then her eyes. Nuzzling his nose against hers, he gently nibbled at her slightly swollen lips.

When those magical lips trailed down to her collarbone, a shiver ran through her.

Luna Axton couldn’t take such intense stimulation. Her tightly clenched jaw parted, and a soft moan escaped her lips...

Afterward, a contented Blaze Fairchild held her in his arms, peppering light kisses on the nape of her trembling neck and down her smooth, elegant back.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

He simply kissed her, his touch sometimes light, sometimes firm, with no further action.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Blaze Fairchild’s low, hoarse voice echoed in the silent room.

"No." Her voice was husky from their lovemaking. She felt languid and had no desire to move at all.

"Do you like this?"

’Why does Blaze keep asking me that tonight?’

Luna Axton thought back to what had just happened, pressing her swollen, red lips together without another word.

"I’ll take your silence to mean you liked it."

His voice was low and husky, laced with amusement.

"Don’t fall asleep yet. Rest for a bit, and I’ll carry you to get washed up. You can drink some water, then sleep."

"Okay," she agreed obediently.

Blaze Fairchild took her slender, pale hand and kissed it, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re so good, Luna."

That night, Luna Axton slept especially soundly.

Perhaps it was because she was exhausted from the long day, or perhaps it was the subtle shift in her relationship with Blaze Fairchild that put her at ease.

As the Lunar New Year approached, the snow quietly melted, nourishing the slumbering earth.

It wasn’t cold when the snow was falling, but the thaw brought an exceptional chill.

Blaze Fairchild got out of bed and pressed the remote for the curtains.

The crisp morning air was sealed outside, leaving the room cozy and warm.

He turned, his eyes brimming with tender affection.

On the bed, Luna Axton was fast asleep, her fair cheeks smooth, her features exquisite.

’The day had finally come when he could shelter a woman safely under his wing.’

’He was striving to prove something.’

’That his love was different from what others claimed it to be.’

’He loved her, and he wanted her to be happy, to be joyful, to do whatever she pleased.’

’But...’

Blaze Fairchild lay back on the bed, quietly watching her sleep.

’Between *Narrow Gate* and her phone, she had chosen the phone.’

’When would Luna have time to read?’

’Ideals and feelings were two different things. The woman he’d fallen for was a pragmatist.’

’He wasn’t in a hurry. He loved her. As long as she didn’t disappear, that was enough.’

After that night, Luna Axton felt things between her and Blaze Fairchild had become much more natural.

No one brought up the matter of Jenna Axton being the long-lost young lady of the Frost Family, who had vanished more than twenty years ago.

Everyone seemed to have a tacit agreement to forget about it.

Luna Axton watched as Uncle Foster led staff to decorate Fairchild Estate each day in preparation for the Lunar New Year. Lanterns and colorful banners were hung everywhere, creating a joyous, festive atmosphere.

It got her thinking. "Blaze, when Lucky is born, where will he stay? In our room?"

Blaze Fairchild chuckled. "Just thinking about the baby’s room now? Aren’t you a little slow on the uptake?"

The weather was cold, and she didn’t like to move much. Her only daily exercise was Pilates, and her face had become visibly rounder.

Blaze Fairchild loved pinching the soft flesh of her cheeks, and as he spoke, his hand was at it again.

’As a mother, I guess I am a bit behind.’

Aside from her first trip to a maternity and baby store with Blaze Fairchild to buy some newborn essentials, she hadn’t bought a single thing since.

She smiled sheepishly and placed a hand on her belly.

"Lucky, don’t listen to him. I’ve been busy eating well and sleeping well so you can grow big and strong. Auntie Lindsey said she’s taking us to buy a stroller tomorrow."

She looked at Blaze Fairchild proudly, tilting her head. "I may not have prepared, but I have help."

Unable to stand her smug expression, Blaze Fairchild leaned in and gave her a firm, punishing kiss on the lips.

"This place is too close to the water. It’s fine while Lucky is little, but it won’t be safe when he gets older. I’m planning for us to move to a different courtyard house."

Fairchild Estate had many empty courtyard residences. In the past, when the Fairchild family was large and prosperous, the estate had been a bustling, lively place.

But by Grandpa Fairchild’s generation, during an era of war, a great and powerful family like the Fairchilds had been a pillar of the resistance.

The Fairchild Family contributed money, resources, and people to the cause. Of six siblings, only Grandpa Fairchild survived.

With Susie’s passing, Ian Fairchild becoming a monk, and Rosalind Fairchild marrying and moving away, the Fairchild Estate grew quiet.

Luna Axton was happy to hear they were moving. "Let’s pick a house close to Grandpa’s Pinehurst Estate. That way, it will be easy for him to see Lucky every day."

He had known she would say that.

A warmth spread through Blaze Fairchild’s chest. He lightly tapped her on the nose. "There’s a good reason Grandpa is so fond of you."

"Why do you say that?" Luna Axton asked, confused.

Blaze Fairchild didn’t answer, instead taking her hand and leading her outside. "Come on, I’ll take you to see the new house."

The courtyard house was south-facing, backed by a cluster of mountains. In front of its main gate was the estate’s spring-fed lotus pond.

"Grandpa feeds the fish from that pavilion every day," Blaze Fairchild explained to Luna. "In the summer, they transplant lotus flowers into the pond. In the evening, the sky fills with the sunset glow. You’ll love the view here."

This was the beautiful pond she hadn’t had a chance to admire on her first visit to Fairchild Estate.

Back then, Blaze Fairchild had strode far ahead with his long legs, leaving her to chase after him.

But now...

Luna Axton lowered her gaze to Blaze Fairchild’s large hand.

His palm enveloped hers. This time, it was Blaze Fairchild leading her, their steps in perfect sync as they arrived.

A flutter of joy rose in her heart. Blaze Fairchild was matching her pace.

Blaze Fairchild suddenly ruffled her hair, his gentle tone filled with boundless delight. "Are you listening to me?"

Caught with her mind wandering, she was quick to admit her fault. "Could you say it again? I promise I’ll listen carefully this time."

Blaze Fairchild wasn’t annoyed. He was always especially patient when he was with Luna.

"This pond was designed and built by a master craftsman a century ago. It’s spring-fed, but there’s a mechanism here."

As he spoke, he guided her hand to the paw of a stone lion at the pond’s edge.

"If you turn this, it blocks the inflow and instantly drains the pond’s water into the river out front."

Luna Axton understood. "I get it. You mean if something falls in, I should remember to press this."

Blaze Fairchild raised an eyebrow. "Not so slow after all."

Luna Axton pouted. "I’ve just never seen one before."

The pad of Blaze Fairchild’s thumb caressed the back of her hand, his dark eyes brimming with affection. "Let’s go inside and take a look."

The courtyard entrance had a shin-high threshold. "This is a great design," she noted. "Lucky won’t be able to get out on his own without help."

Blaze Fairchild agreed. "The old craftsmen were ingenious."

Hand in hand, they stepped over the threshold and into the courtyard.

While Lakeside Manor was tranquil and elegant, this new residence was spacious and bright. It was grand in every way, yet on closer inspection, it still felt warm and welcoming.

The entire courtyard had been leveled and paved with bluestone slabs.

Along the walls, rectangular planters had been built from red brick, filled with fresh, dark soil.

"Are we going to plant something here?"

"Flowers, vegetables, whatever you like. If Lucky has a gardening project for school when he’s older, he can plant radishes, sweet potatoes, potatoes, a lemon tree... he can plant anything here."

Luna Axton clicked her tongue in amazement. ’He’s really thinking far ahead.’

The air in the courtyard held the scent of new wood, and the railings along the covered walkway had clearly been reinforced and refurbished.

There were rooms on the main, east, and west sides of the courtyard.

Blaze Fairchild explained that the east wing would house Lucky’s room and a study, while the west wing would be quarters for the nannies.

Luna Axton stood in the courtyard, filled with anticipation for the future. Lucky would play and run here one day.

’This is wonderful.’

"The house doesn’t have a name yet. Why don’t you think of one?"

"Evergreen Manor."

Luna Axton pictured the planters along the walls filled with all sorts of life, the pond out front fragrant with lotuses, and fish swimming lazily.

With such a thriving, vibrant scene, who would be able to tell spring from summer, or autumn from winter?

"Good. I’ll ask Grandpa to do the calligraphy, and then I’ll have someone make it into a name plaque for the gate."

Inside the main building, aside from the main hall, one wing housed a sitting room, while the other contained a combined study and tea room.

The study and tea room were spacious, with a well-designed layout that created distinct areas for work and reading.

"The study was designed according to both of our habits. We’ll move in when Lucky is born." Blaze Fairchild smiled confidently. "The new renovations used all-natural wood with mortise and tenon joinery—no glue. Airing it out for half a year should be enough time."

As the two happily toured the rooms, Blaze Fairchild’s phone suddenly rang.

"Grandpa, what’s up?"

"Your aunt and uncle are here. Come over to Pinehurst Estate."