When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 195: Bumped Into Serena Sutton

"I’m sorry, Mr. Kerr, to keep you waiting." Faye quickly came to her senses, swiftly got into the car, and sat beside Adrian Lancaster.

"No problem." Mr. Kerr smiled warmly, noticing that President Lancaster didn’t look good today—could it be a fight?

He hurriedly closed the car door and quickly got back to the driver’s seat.

The car started.

On the way, Adrian Lancaster’s handsome face was frighteningly stern, devoid of any warmth, like an iceberg.

Faye thought for a moment and softly spoke, "Why are you angry? I should be the one angry."

Mr. Kerr immediately pulled down the partition, sensing an argument brewing, he couldn’t listen in.

Upon hearing this, Adrian’s handsome face tightened even more, and his cold look warned, "What right do you have to be angry?"

His rhetorical question completely brought Faye back to reality.

As if reminding her that this was just a marriage without love, she should find her place—she shouldn’t meddle with him.

"Is she your taboo?" Faye chuckled, "An ex-girlfriend?"

Having already asked, she flashed a casual smile, "I’m really curious, what kind of woman can’t Adrian Lancaster have? One you think about day and night?"

Her tone was indifferent as if she didn’t care about him at all.

Yet it touched that string in Adrian’s heart, his dark eyes filled with rage, "Don’t think that just because you healed my wound, you can pry into everything about me."

He was truly angry; Faye could see it—his fist was clenched, as if restraining, or enduring.

She looked at him silently, and at that moment, Faye felt he was unfathomable.

Perhaps, she had never understood him.

As long as Sienna was still alive, would she eventually come out one day?

Her impact was far greater than Ivy Jennings and Serena Sutton.

Perhaps in Faye’s eyes, she didn’t take Ivy Jennings and Serena Sutton seriously, because her grandfather liked her, and Adrian gladly accepted this marriage.

But what if... Sienna appeared?

Loving her beyond anything, would Adrian abandon his wife and child?

That’s what Faye worried about most, what saddened her most; he could not love her, but he must love this child.

Adrian saw she was no longer provoking him, he turned his gaze out the window, thinking of that woman Sienna Dawson, his heart seemed bound tightly by a network of veins, getting tighter and tighter, almost suffocating him.

He didn’t know why, after all these years, he just couldn’t let go!

Soon, the Lamborghini stopped steadily at the company entrance; Adrian got out without waiting for her, striding confidently toward the lobby.

Faye followed behind him.

Everyone who saw them greeted them as usual with "President Lancaster" and "Mrs. Lancaster."

Faye politely smiled at everyone, without any air of superiority, fully amiable. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The couple took separate elevators, so Faye went up alone, composed her mood after exiting, walked toward the office.

It was work time; people were bustling around, another energetic day began.

"Ah—!"

Serena Sutton suddenly appeared, straight into Faye, scattering the documents in her hand everywhere!

Faye stumbled back two steps, quickly grabbed the wall to steady herself, almost twisting her foot, instinctively placing a hand on her belly.

The two women stared at each other, Faye didn’t apologize, just watched her warily, unsure of her intentions.

She should be unaware of her pregnancy.

Serena didn’t confront her either, just rolled her eyes and sighed irritably—

"Help me pick up the papers, Director Jennings is rushing me to print the documents, hurry up." Saying this, she squatted down to tidy up the mess.

Faye was a kind girl, and there were people passing by, observing from a distance.

So, she squatted down to help pick up, but also kept an eye on Serena trying to push her.

As soon as Faye picked up a sheet, she was startled—was this Serena’s design draft??

"What are you looking at?" Serena stopped for a moment, frowned up at her, "You’re not thinking of copying, right?! Forget it, forget it, I don’t need you to pick it up! Go!"