When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 115: Trust in Her

"Adrian." Faye Turner was startled, looking at him like a wolf, she gripped his hand on her chest and trembled as she asked, "What’s wrong with you? Why are you like this?"

He didn’t answer her, panting heavily, he leaned down to kiss her, feeling like he was about to explode.

At this moment, Faye also fully realized something—he had been set up.

Was it his aunt?

She responded to him, not resisting, wrapping her arms around his waist, returning his kiss.

But in her mind, there was a deep doubt—besides his grandfather, who would dare to do this to him?

But it was obvious that this time, it wasn’t his grandfather.

An hour later, Adrian Lancaster’s energy was completely spent, the headache gradually dissipated, and he finally regained his senses, returning to normalcy.

However, his body still felt a bit tired. He lay flat on the bed with her, breathing somewhat heavily.

The girl pressed her lips together, and there was a brief silence in the master bedroom.

This was in broad daylight... Thinking of the scenes just now, she couldn’t help but blush.

Faye Turner thought about how he could also be set up and couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. Since childhood, he had neither his father’s love nor his mother’s, becoming so outstanding through his own efforts, yet there were always people plotting against him.

And Adrian Lancaster’s mood was utterly terrible.

He calmly reviewed the situation, it must be related to his aunt!

But she would never admit it, and he wouldn’t have any evidence.

Just like when he sent someone to beat up Brandon Lancaster, there wouldn’t be any evidence left behind.

"Adrian." Faye Turner glanced at him, and softly asked, "Do you want me to apply the medicine again?"

He came to his senses, "Okay."

So she got up, dressed, and went out to prepare the medicine for him.

When Faye Turner came in with the bowl of medicine, Adrian Lancaster had already dressed. He said to her, "Let’s go to the study, I want to check an email."

"Okay." She followed him to the study.

He sat down at the desk, handed her his left hand, and used his right hand to turn on the computer, his deep eyes looking at the screen.

Faye put down the bowl of medicine, undid his cufflinks, and gently rolled up his sleeve. The scars on his arm had improved significantly.

She applied the medicine in the most professional manner, gently massaging it to ensure it absorbed quickly.

When Adrian Lancaster finished reading the email and glanced at his arm, he was shocked—how did it work so well?

Faye Turner smiled at him, "How is it? Isn’t it amazing?"

"Old injuries are usually hard to heal." His voice was gentle.

"Yes! But don’t worry, I’m here!" To prevent the sticky medicine from staining his expensive shirt, she wrapped his arm in gauze. "We’ll change the medicine in a couple of days."

Seeing her attentive manner, Adrian Lancaster’s angry heart was somewhat calmed.

"Adrian, do you trust my medical skills?" Faye Turner secured the gauze, put down his sleeve, and helped him fasten his cufflink.

Adrian Lancaster trusted her, though he didn’t respond.

She crouched beside him, gently placing her hands on his knees, her bright eyes looking at him, "Adrian, what illness does your father have?"

He sat in the chair, their gazes meeting, Adrian Lancaster’s eyes were deep.

She told him that his grandfather said Mr. Lancaster was ill.

"If it’s possible, I would like to try." She looked up into his eyes, filled with sincerity.

"Father’s illness is a rare and difficult one; no doctor has been able to give a clear diagnosis."

He opened up to her, "His illness, like the injury on my hand, is an old one. Many famous doctors have been consulted, but so far, they have only managed to save his life."

"Is there a medical record?" Faye Turner inquired, "Would it be convenient for me to see it?"

"They’re all in the old family home, kept by my mother." Adrian Lancaster told her, "I’ll bring them for you to see next time."

Obviously, he trusted her medical skills.

Having his trust, Faye Turner felt that the distance between her and him had narrowed further. If they had a child, this marriage without love would also be very stable.

Adrian Lancaster held her hand, pulling her up, and then said to her, "You go ahead, I have some work to handle."

"Okay." She got up with a smile, nodded, and turned to leave.

When she closed the door.

Adrian Lancaster’s gentle expression faded, his handsome face turned serious, and he took out his phone to dial Melanie Lancaster’s number.