When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 1055: You Don’t Understand How I Feel

That night, she stayed in the master bedroom and slept on that large, soft bed, but...

Something felt off.

Faye Turner pulled the quilt up, brought her nose close, and took another strong sniff, "What is that smell?" She quickly dropped the quilt and frowned, staring at it for a while.

The quilt seems a bit unclean! Is it an illusion? How could the bedding in such a big villa be unclean? There are so many servants hired.

At that moment, the room door opened, and Adrian Lancaster came in, "You’re not asleep yet?" He turned around and closed the door.

"How long has it been since you washed this quilt?" Faye Turner sat on the bed, looked up at him, "Why does it smell funny?"

Upon hearing this, Adrian Lancaster didn’t seem surprised; instead, he smiled as he loosened his tie, "Ever since you went missing, these sheets haven’t been changed. It’s been almost three months now."

Upon hearing this, Faye Turner widened her eyes in shock! Why?!

Because of her astonishment, a brief silence enveloped the room.

Adrian Lancaster unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt and went to get his pajamas, saying to her, "Don’t be surprised; it’s because they have your scent on them."

Upon hearing this, Faye Turner stared at him blankly. How childish!

Adrian Lancaster turned at the bathroom door, his eyes deep and dark, speaking to her seriously, "I feared you may never come back. I didn’t even have a sliver of hope."

"..." Faye Turner sat on the bed, watching him walk into the bathroom and close the door.

The words he just said replayed in her ears, and her heart felt a mix of emotions.

In the bathroom, Adrian Lancaster turned on the shower, picked up his phone, dialed a number, and instructed in a low voice, "Come up and change the sheets, yes, right now."

He hung up the phone, placed it down casually, then undressed and started showering.

Soon, a knock sounded at the master bedroom door, and Faye Turner, who had just come back to her senses, quickly put on her shoes and walked to the door.

Upon opening the door, she saw a servant standing outside, holding sheets and a quilt cover, "Hello, ma’am. Young master called us to change your bed sheets and quilt cover."

Faye Turner was surprised but still stepped back, "Alright." She let the person in, "Thank you."

"It’s our duty, you’re welcome."

Then Faye Turner followed her to the bed, lending a hand.

She noticed the maid had been wearing a smile on her face all along and finally spoke up at the end, "Ma’am, actually, the sheets and quilt covers here used to be changed every week. Ever since you left, the young master has been adamant not to change them, saying they carry your scent."

Faye Turner heard this again, and having it come from a servant’s mouth, she believed what Adrian Lancaster said; her heart was in turmoil.

At the same time, she felt a bit sad and didn’t say anything more, "Thank you." She expressed her gratitude once the bed was made.

"You’re welcome, good night, ma’am." The servant took the replaced sheets and quilt cover, which had a bit of smell, turned, and left, gently closing the door.

Faye Turner locked the room door; she sat back on the bed, gazed toward the bathroom, and listened to the sound of running water, sighing lightly inside.

When Adrian Lancaster came out wearing a bathrobe and saw the sheets and quilt covers were changed, and his wife was sitting cross-legged on the bed, he felt happy.

It seemed she wouldn’t be sleeping in the guest room tonight, so he looked at her with deep affection; President Lancaster couldn’t suppress his smile.

"Then what if I never returned? You wouldn’t change them, sleep like that forever?" Faye Turner looked at him and asked directly, feeling a bit angry inside, "How could you be so careless with yourself?"

Adrian Lancaster, quite shamelessly, nodded, "Yes! I’d sleep like that forever! Anyway, they have your scent!"

"..." Faye Turner exclaimed incredulously, "You’re so childish!"

"You don’t understand my feelings." He said, moving toward the large, soft double bed, sitting down and holding her hand, "You don’t understand."

And after thinking for a moment, he added, "This weekend, I’ll take you somewhere. There are some things you should start sharing."