When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 441: Anything Is Possible in Dreams

Today is the first meeting with Grandfather, Sienna is a bit nervous, but more so anticipatory.

After she dressed up, picked a matching handbag, and put on high heels, Charlotte Sinclair, who was awakened by the slight noise, leaned at the door in pajamas with her curly hair. "Where are you going?"

Sienna turned back in surprise, "You scared me!" She patted her chest, took a deep breath, then continued trying on shoes, responding with a smile, "I’m going to see your son-in-law!"

The woman was taken aback, "You’re going to see President Lancaster?"

The daughter didn’t answer, the woman immediately began to smile brightly, "Where are you two meeting secretly? It’s still dark, worried about being caught by the media?"

Sienna was oblivious, standing in front of the mirror, looking again and again, afraid that something was not properly dressed, affecting the first impression in front of Grandfather.

Wide awake now, Charlotte couldn’t suppress her excited heart, a proud smile spreading on her face—

"Let me tell you, there are tons of women who want to marry Adrian Lancaster, but you’re the one close to the water tower! You have a big advantage!"

"Sienna, you must seize the opportunity! Don’t waste a single day!" She said through gritted teeth, indignantly, "Get rid of that look-alike substitute!"

Sienna touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror, "I don’t need your reminder on what to do."

"If you’re not eager to marry, I’m anxious to become the mother-in-law!" The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes, "All my lady friends are waiting for my good news!"

Her mother’s boasting nature was incorrigible, she didn’t care anymore.

Early in the morning, dressed in pajamas, Charlotte was wide awake, "Daughter, if you need Mom’s help, just speak up! Even if it’s murder or arson, Mom fully supports you!"

Sienna broke into a cold sweat listening, frowning as she looked at her, "Don’t make things worse, reconciliation hinges on emotional appeal, it takes time, they’re married now, can I just snatch him? Can I kill someone? Moreover, that woman is pregnant!"

The situation is tricky, it must proceed gradually!

"So what if she’s pregnant? She hasn’t given birth!" Charlotte dismissed casually, "Which woman hasn’t lost a few babies in her life?" Her tone was relaxed.

Sienna didn’t have time to argue with her, grabbed the bag and said goodbye before leaving.

"Daughter! My dear daughter! Mom is waiting for your good news!" She strained her neck watching her daughter’s departing figure, her heart was overjoyed.

Speaking of dreams, she had one last night!

Dreamt her Sienna married Adrian, holding a grand wedding! Guests witnessing the event were all notable figures in the financial sector.

The scene of her daughter in a white wedding dress, slowly entering the chapel, was as if a heavenly fairy descended.

All the guests around were extremely respectful to her as the mother-in-law, envious—

"Ms. Sinclair must truly be blessed, having such a beautiful daughter, now with such a handsome son-in-law."

"Not only handsome, but also wealthy! He is the President of Prestige Group! Don’t only look at his face! Observe his inner self!" She chuckled.

"Yes yes, all of us lady friends envy you the most! No need to strive this life, whatever you want is at your fingertips."

"Hahaha, indeed, I envy myself too!" She twisted her waist, showing no modesty at all.

Recalling the dream’s content, Charlotte couldn’t contain her joy, lying back in bed with her curly hair, even with her eyes closed she was cheerfully dreaming, really affirming the saying, in a dream, everything is possible!

Her daughter went to meet Adrian, she believed that dream would soon come true, as long as the daughter marries well, as long as the later life is wealthy, who cares about values?

In a certain villa.

Perhaps because they slept so well last night, the loving couple embraced during the night, there was no distance between their hearts.

So by a little past six, Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner woke up simultaneously, lying in bed with eyes open.

"You’re awake too?"

Adrian’s voice was gentle, he reached out to stroke her forehead, her skin was truly good, white and smooth, not even a visible pore.

"Mm, slept well." Faye met his gaze at close distance, smiling tenderly, "Today we have to go back to see Grandpa, right?"