When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 220: President Lancaster Never Hesitates
She really wanted to kiss him, but she didn’t dare... Just thinking about that scene, that picture, made Ivy Jennings’ heart race.
Not far behind, hidden among the reeds, parked an inconspicuous white sedan, its headlights already turned off.
Two reporters who had followed them were sitting in the driver and passenger seats.
"Tonight has been very fruitful; who would’ve thought we’d stumble upon something like this while out for a drink? It’s incredible."
"Who is this woman?"
"Whoever she is, she’s not Mrs. Lancaster. That’s Adrian Lancaster, and that’s big news."
"Rich men always turn bad, it’s only a matter of time. It’s in their nature, especially for men of Adrian Lancaster’s status."
"I think, considering President Lancaster’s capabilities, having a harem of women is perfectly normal, it’s just that no one dares to report on it."
"So should we report this time?"
"Let’s just take pictures for now, see what we can capture. We don’t have to publish it, just sell the materials to others."
"Right, right, spread the news, highest bidder gets it, it’s like... earning some side money!" Just thinking about it made them happy.
"I’ll lie down for a bit, you keep watch."
"Alright."
That night, the pregnant Faye Turner couldn’t sleep at all.
The next morning, at dawn, the first rays of sun shyly peeked over the horizon, like a bashful girl.
In the suburbs.
Before a vast lake, sitting in a powered-down Lamborghini, Adrian Lancaster’s body clock was always accurate; he naturally woke up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the sun slowly revealing its face from the mist at the edge of the lake.
In a matter of seconds, it shot rays of golden light, incredibly brilliant.
The layers of thin clouds before the sunlight seemed utterly fragile.
Adrian Lancaster rarely watched the sunrise; lying in the passenger seat, he stared wide-eyed, gradually losing himself.
It was truly beautiful.
Ivy Jennings sat in the driver’s seat, watching the sun peek out little by little, feeling it was incredibly beautiful.
She turned her gaze to Adrian Lancaster, realizing he was awake and also watching the sunrise.
Ivy Jennings felt a joy in her heart and softly asked, "Is it beautiful?"
The sound of a woman’s voice brought Adrian Lancaster back to his senses. His face slightly darkened upon seeing Ivy Jennings.
The scenes from last night began to float through Adrian Lancaster’s mind.
"You drove the car here?" The man’s hoarse voice carried displeasure, his face cold as ice.
The woman glanced slightly, her eyes gentle, "Isn’t the sunrise beautiful? You’ve worked so hard, have you really enjoyed life?"
Adrian Lancaster didn’t want to answer, angrily unbuckling his seat belt, "Get out!" he snapped.
Just as he was about to open the car door, Ivy Jennings suddenly grabbed his arm—
"Adrian, I didn’t do anything. You don’t need to be angry. I didn’t even secretly kiss you. I just saw you sleeping so soundly; you looked so tired, I couldn’t bear to disturb you, so..."
"You crossed the line, Ivy," Adrian Lancaster interrupted her, his dark eyes conveying a warning.
He had always been indifferent to her, never vague.
Ivy Jennings faced his deep, cold gaze, biting her lip and blinking her sore eyes, "I’ve been missing you every day lately."
Adrian Lancaster’s face instantly darkened again, swiftly pulling away her hand, "You have no status." Then he opened the door and got out.
Ivy Jennings sat frozen in the driver’s seat, tears in her eyes, like a puppet. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Soon, he circled around the car, opened the driver’s side door, "Get out."
From the moment Adrian Lancaster got out, those hiding behind the reeds, armed with professional equipment, captured the scene.
Ivy Jennings had no choice; she could only endure the immense pressure and get out of the car.
Adrian Lancaster slipped into the car, closing the door.
Wearing a red dress, Ivy Jennings stepped back two steps, pitifully standing beside the car, looking at him with deep affection, ready to watch him leave.
Adrian Lancaster started the car, turned his head with a sullen face, "Get in, sit in the back."
In this desolate wilderness, he couldn’t just leave her behind, could he?
Those last three words, "sit in the back," pierced Ivy Jennings’ heart, making her feel worse than if he hadn’t taken her at all.
Ivy Jennings got into the back seat, and the car started moving.
