When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 111: Adrian Lancaster Protects His Wife

After dinner, Adrian Lancaster followed his mother to the backyard chapel. Faye Turner didn’t go along; she stood at the door, looking in that direction.

Something felt odd, and tonight’s breeze was a bit chilly.

It wasn’t until a shadow appeared beside her that she snapped back and turned her gaze, recognizing the person in front of her, "Nanny Warren?" She was a little surprised.

"Miss Turner." Nanny Warren’s voice was not loud, her face bearing a rare kindness as she reminded, "You don’t need to put effort into pleasing Madam. She won’t like you."

Hearing this, Faye didn’t dwell on her disappointment and asked curiously, "Why?"

Nanny Warren sighed and shook her head, not speaking directly. Without waiting for Faye to ask further, she stepped toward the chapel.

Faye watched that retreating figure, the words echoing in her ears, leaving her somewhat dispirited.

Soon, she saw Adrian Lancaster emerging from the chapel, carrying a bag. As he drew nearer, she realized the bag looked familiar.

It was the roasted milk that his mother had thrown in the trash!

Before she could express her shock, Adrian was in front of her, wrapping his long arm around her shoulder, "Let’s go." Without pausing, he whisked her away.

Faye followed him outside; she could sense an aura of chill emanating from him—he wasn’t pleased.

Had he just gone to stand up for her?

In no time, Adrian said goodbye to his grandfather and led her into the courtyard.

Mr. Kerr opened the door of the Lamborghini.

Adrian asked Faye to get in first, then sat beside her.

Mr. Kerr closed the car door, returned to the driver’s seat, and started the car quickly.

Faye glanced sideways, her gaze fell on the bag in his hand. She held her breath as she looked; his mood seemed not very good, with his face somber and his demeanor a bit cold.

She wanted to say something but didn’t know how to start.

However, suddenly, she didn’t feel lost at all. Her heart was even a little touched, even a bit happy, though she didn’t show it.

Although neither broke the silence, the atmosphere seemed much eased on the way.

After getting out of the car and in the elevator going up, she still didn’t speak.

Until entering the house, Adrian placed the bag with the roasted milk on the dining table and opened the bag.

She watched him take out the smooth, tender roasted milk inside, then turn to the kitchen to fetch two spoons.

Without saying a word, he handed her a spoon.

Faye grinned at him, happily reached out to take it, then scooped a spoonful and held it to his lips.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, "Want to try?"

Adrian gazed at her; those eyes were pure and lovely.

He parted his lips slightly, eating the roasted milk she offered, which tasted quite nice.

Faye didn’t bring up any unhappy matters. She leaned against the edge of the dining table, picked up the box of roasted milk, and fed him as she chatted casually, "How’s work lately?"

"So-so." Adrian replied, facing her, he strangely felt a bit uneasy.

Perhaps the lights in the dining room were too bright, making them appear too exposed to each other.

"Then..." She sent another spoonful to his mouth, "Has Ivy Jennings’ departure affected your work?"

"She’s just gone to a branch office. The business she oversees is still ongoing."

Curiously, Adrian was quite willing to share tonight, "Dustin Shepherd can handle things by himself. Actually, most of the tasks that should be mine, I’ve always been doing."

"Of course, President Lancaster is irreplaceable!" She praised him, admiration in her eyes.

For some reason, looking at her sparkling eyes tonight, the warm smile, and her kind demeanor, Adrian’s hardened heart felt a bit softened.

He could sense that Faye wanted to be a good wife and hoped to make this marriage work well.

And Adrian would cooperate with her.

After finishing the roasted milk, Adrian’s phone rang, and he took a look—it was a call from Grandpa.

To be honest, he couldn’t guess why Grandpa was calling him. In front of Faye, he slid the answer key.

"Adrian, your aunt is returning the night after tomorrow, go to the airport to pick her up." Grandpa didn’t discuss with him but rather directly instructed.

Adrian didn’t feel very happy, remaining silent for a long time, and Faye noticed the slight furrowing of his brow while Grandpa waited for his response.