When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 259: Haven’t Been This Happy in a Long Time
Hearing this, she was very happy, but also sensible, "But... we still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl."
"Baby clothes shouldn’t really be divided by gender." Adrian Lancaster had done his homework.
He said, "For example, blue and yellow, both boys and girls can wear them. Or you can buy all the colors you like, one for each gender?"
What’s going on with him today?
He was completely unlike the Adrian Lancaster that Faye Turner knew.
"Okay." Of course, girls love shopping, she wouldn’t be pretentious or overly sensible, especially when a man is willing to pay.
So, Faye Turner began to pick out what she liked...
Adrian Lancaster even helped her pick out maternity clothes himself, "Even though it’s still early in your term, you’ll eventually wear them. This one is pretty good."
"Yes, I also think it’s very pretty."
"This one is also quite nice. Do you want to try it on?" Adrian Lancaster picked up another piece to compare against her body.
"No need to try, as long as it fits."
"This one is also quite nice."
"That one works too."
"These two pieces are both great, they really suit your temperament, a bit cute, a bit adorable."
Finally, President Lancaster said to the store clerk, "This one, this one, that one, and those, wrap them all up! Charge it!"
This store mostly carries designer items, catering only to high-end clients, because the price point is already set, indeed quite expensive.
Such a big spender, the clerk couldn’t help but glance at him a few more times, "Are you... President Lancaster?"
The other party was cautious, wide-eyed and extremely delighted.
"No." Adrian Lancaster was calm, "You’ve mistaken me for someone else, hurry and process the payment."
Although he wasn’t President Lancaster, he really was quite handsome! Too handsome indeed!
The clerk took the card, processed the payment, handed them the packaged bags, and even helped load those they couldn’t carry into the car’s trunk.
It wasn’t a flashy limited edition Lamborghini, which made the clerk believe it really wasn’t President Lancaster.
But back at the store, another clerk started to discuss—
"It was President Lancaster, right? How could there be two people who look so alike?" Someone was staring at their phone, comparing photos.
"Right, look at this photo, it’s obviously him! Why would he deny it?"
"And Mrs. Lancaster, her plagiarism case was trending for so long, it’s definitely the same person! It’s her! Couldn’t recognize her earlier."
"Mrs. Lancaster didn’t plagiarize, someone copied her, that matter has been overturned!"
"I know, I know, I’m just saying, those two who just swept through the store, it really was President Lancaster and Mrs. Lancaster!"
"Oh my! Does this count as major news? Is Mrs. Lancaster pregnant?!"
"At four in the morning, how could it not?"
"But why at such a time?"
"Don’t want outsiders to know, obviously! Oh my god, we actually learned something so important! Mrs. Lancaster is pregnant!"
"What do you think... this piece of news is worth?"
"Could get rich overnight!"
On the way home, Faye Turner remained seated in the passenger seat, she turned to look at him, and in her gaze there was moved emotion, tenderness, delight, and admiration.
At this moment, she was wide awake, deeply in love with him.
"Is there a flower on my face? Looking at me for so long?" After two minutes, he finally asked with a smile.
"Yes." Faye Turner couldn’t help but laugh, withdrawing her gaze, with a heart full of warmth, "Adrian, you know? It’s been a really long time... since I’ve been this happy."
"Feels like a dream." She turned her eyes to look at him again.
For Adrian Lancaster, wasn’t it the same?
He too hadn’t felt this happy in a long time... but he wouldn’t say it out loud.
"Faye."
"Hmm?"
Adrian Lancaster kept driving, curiously asking her, "Did you suffer a lot as a child? Ever complained about life’s unfairness?"
"I definitely suffered, being an adoptee, but I never complained about life’s unfairness." She leaned against the chair, gazing at the night ahead, her smile as bright as a sunflower.
This response surprised Adrian Lancaster a bit, "Why so?"
But when he turned his gaze toward her, that smile again infected him.
