When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 437: Mrs. Lancaster Is Truly Eccentric

The return of the mother and daughter this time is determined to win Adrian Lancaster back.

However, Sienna feels hopeless because of Adrian Lancaster’s words, "I’m simply not the person he’s looking for, what’s the point of your urging me?"

"Why do you care who he’s looking for!" Charlotte Sinclair looked her daughter over, proudly saying, "You’re so good-looking, and his genuine first love! I just don’t believe you don’t have any weight in his heart! Men like to keep up appearances, especially men like him!"

Sienna looked at her mother, her gaze calm, "We were together for two years, but... it was limited to holding hands, kissing foreheads, we never... slept together!"

"That’s the purest kind of relationship, the most precious!" The woman with curly hair analyzed proudly, "He loves you, that’s why he didn’t touch you before marriage. How easy is it to sleep with someone? In today’s society, you can put your pants on and pretend not to know someone, not even knowing their name."

"..." Sienna’s heart was confused; does Adrian Lancaster really still love her?

She felt uncertain, but she loved him, just like other women do.

"Go to bed early, I have things to do." After speaking, she turned towards the bedroom, locking herself inside.

Thinking it over, she decided to pick up the phone and call Mrs. Lancaster back.

It connected within two seconds, as if the phone was already in the other’s hand. She held her breath, feeling a bit nervous.

"Sienna, I was just about to call you." Eliza Hayes’s voice came through, but the emotions were hard to discern.

The girl felt her heart skip gently, cautiously asking, "Auntie, why were you looking for me?"

"Adrian is coming to visit his grandfather tomorrow, would you like to come over?" Eliza Hayes directly extended the invitation.

This left Sienna stunned, "..." She was momentarily unsure how to respond, her nervousness and immense expectations intertwining.

"Are you listening?" the middle-aged woman asked.

"I am." The girl snapped out of it, voicing her inner doubts, "Auntie, Adrian and I... he might... dislike me a bit."

"What if I like you? His grandfather likes you, too?" Eliza Hayes laughed, "He doesn’t dislike you; he probably holds a bit of resentment because it was you who suggested the breakup. The deeper the love, the deeper the hurt."

With this insight, Sienna’s attitude shifted again, feeling that Adrian Lancaster still loves her.

The iconic ’one glance, a thousand years’ is because he did it for her... he just doesn’t want to admit it; he wants his pride.

"Here’s the plan: I’ll give you an address, come to The Lockwood Old Manor for breakfast at eight tomorrow morning, and I’ll introduce you to his grandfather. I guarantee his grandfather will like you."

"It’s because the grandfather liked Faye Turner that Adrian Lancaster married her; it was ridiculous to marry at first sight without any emotional foundation."

Sienna understood that winning over the grandfather was a likely success.

Eliza Hayes reminded her, "Get some good rest, you’ll feel refreshed tomorrow, and don’t put on thick makeup, the grandfather doesn’t like it."

She pressed her lips together, and before she could say anything, the other party hung up, leaving Sienna with a glimmer of hope.

Not a glimmer, but a blazing flame of hope.

No matter what, she must win Adrian Lancaster back, even if he hates her, even if he won’t forgive her.

It only proves he loves deeply and was deeply hurt.

Childhood pretend play in kindergarten is nothing more than an illusion; the youth at seventeen or eighteen is indeed the most precious memory of a lifetime.

She began to reaffirm that Adrian Lancaster likes her.

Hmph, what does Faye Turner count for?

She’s just a woman married for the grandfather’s sake! Life is so long, being with someone you don’t love is simply a kind of pain.

Sienna couldn’t bear to see him in pain.

At night, Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner walked hand in hand beneath the tall sycamore trees by the roadside, with warm yellow street lights shining upon them.

Not far behind, a Lamborghini crept at a snail’s pace, becoming an interesting piece of scenery.

"Faye, I remember you told me you got separated from your family, and your memory is very vague, is that right?"

Adrian Lancaster feared arousing her sadness but, after some thought, asked it in the gentlest tone possible.