When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 451: This Isn’t Over Yet

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Chapter 451: Chapter 451: This Isn’t Over Yet

"Understood." The old classmate nodded, not asking further.

Since he helped her expedite it, the results would be available within three hours.

And today was Saturday, she would be with Adrian all day, so it wasn’t convenient to meet him again.

Watching the old classmate leave in his car, she turned around and went back into the store, continuing to make desserts for Adrian Lancaster.

She couldn’t help but recall Adrian’s attitude towards the man in the wheelchair, Adrian cared about him a lot.

Though it had been some time since she’d made desserts, Faye Turner’s skills were still excellent. A heart-shaped small cake was placed on a plate, garnished with strawberries.

She carefully carried it to the backyard, "Mr. Lancaster, your dessert is here!"

"Is it a daily sweet?" Adrian Lancaster hurriedly put down the book in his hand and reached out to take it, "It’s very beautiful."

"It’s called ’Love at First Sight’." She casually made up a name.

He was extremely satisfied and actually took out his phone to take pictures, reluctant to eat it.

Shannon soon brought over two cups of coffee, "Enjoy, both of you, American style."

"Thank you." Faye Turner watched her leave with a sweet voice.

Soon, the couple in the backyard heard Rachel’s voice and both looked up towards the door, indeed seeing her.

"Shannon said you were here?" Rachel Sherman happily walked over, "President Lancaster, Faye."

"Not busy today?" Faye Turner quickly moved a chair for her.

"I’ll do it, I’ll do it." Rachel hurriedly stepped forward to take it, "You’re pregnant, take it easy!"

"Don’t worry, I’m not that delicate, I’m in good health!" Faye Turner sat down next to Adrian Lancaster, "By the way, where’s June? Not bringing her out this weekend?"

"Her aunt is with her in the park getting some sun, close by here, so I came over to take a look." After her divorce, Rachel looked much better.

Recently, her career was going smoothly, and the editor-in-chief had given her a raise.

The two sisters chatted about work matters, the situation at the newspaper, and then moved on to Faye Turner’s pregnancy reactions. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Adrian Lancaster obediently acted invisible, enjoying the dessert his wife made, sipping American style, like a handsome man quietly reading.

In the Lancaster Family’s old ancestral home, after Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner left, a servant came to the backyard.

Upstairs, the servant knocked on a certain bedroom door, after a while, Eliza Hayes opened the door, face cold, asking "What’s up?"

"Madam." The other party was somewhat fearful of her, whispering, "The old master wants you to go to his study."

These words made Eliza Hayes shiver, her heart instinctively tightened. After all, the redness and swelling on her face hadn’t gone down, the memory of the slap surfaced in her mind.

She swallowed, steadied herself, and coldly said, "I know." Then slammed the door shut.

No outsiders saw her getting slapped by the old man.

It was better than Adrian Lancaster, that little bastard, hitting her in front of everyone! This was Eliza Hayes’s self-consolation.

Five minutes later, who knows what kind of mood she was in as she went downstairs.

In short, when she arrived at the old man’s study, she snapped back to reality, finding the door open.

The tall figure at the window made her heart skip a beat, even though the grandfather was old, his intimidation was still formidable.

She didn’t knock; the door was left open just for her.

Thus, she walked inside, her heart filled with trepidation.

Upon hearing footsteps, the old man turned his eyes back from thought, his face coldly looking at her, "Tell me, what exactly are you thinking?"

Being exposed, any explanation was meaningless. She couldn’t persuade him anymore that Sienna Dawson was the right match.

Eliza Hayes hung her head, she remained silent... her mood was very low, assuming a stance ready to endure scolding and beating.