When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 545: Meeting in the Afternoon
Byron originally wanted to send a message back, to let her know he just saw the message, and to apologize to her.
After all, it’s the basic courtesy, but he also worried about disturbing her sleep.
Staring at the message on his phone for a long time, Byron knitted his brows slightly, lost in thought for a moment...
Meanwhile, Kylie was so conflicted she couldn’t fall asleep at all. In the still of the night, she could even feel a twitching pain in her heart.
She tossed and turned in bed, scrolling through TikTok, then Little Red Book, then WeChat Moments, but still didn’t see his message, until her eyelids were sore.
Putting down her phone, she closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
The phone rang once. She immediately sat up, grabbed the phone, thinking it was him, but it wasn’t, and the disappointment in her heart doubled.
"Ah!! Byron! I hate you!"
Throwing the phone away, she pulled the quilt over her head, curled up under the covers, gritting her teeth and deciding never to care about him again!
But she couldn’t help but wonder in her mind, why didn’t he reply to the message?
Did he feel repulsed when he saw the message?
Was he so repulsed that he didn’t even bother to reply with words of refusal?
She really, really wanted to delete him! Doesn’t she have any pride?
But she was also worried about never being able to contact him again... Her heart was a mess of a hundred little emotions.
The next morning.
Adrian Lancaster woke from a dream, his thoughts still lingering there. Last night, he dreamed of never finding Faye’s parents for his entire life.
On the day they were both gray-haired, he sat with his wife under the old banyan tree, basking in the sunset, and she said to him, "Adrian, I have only one regret in this life, an eternal regret..."
They were both 80 years old, and her biological parents had long since passed from this world.
In the quiet morning reality, Adrian Lancaster looked at his sleeping wife in his arms, and a wave of guilt washed over him.
The clues to finding Faye’s parents were all gone, which made him anxious.
If they found her biological parents, then held a grand wedding for her, her happiness would surely double, and their happiness would also double.
Soon, she gently awoke in his arms, meeting his deep, guilty gaze, and instantly she was wide awake, "Adrian, what’s wrong?"
He stroked her forehead, then kissed her lips.
During breakfast, Grandpa’s call came to Adrian Lancaster’s phone.
"Adrian, are you free today? Bring Faye back for dinner?" The old man invited, "It’s been a while since we last met, I really miss you both."
Adrian Lancaster rarely refused, after all, it had been a while since he last visited Grandpa.
However, it would also be the first time he’d face his mother after reading her letter of remorse.
"Alright, Grandpa." Adrian Lancaster agreed, taking a sip of milk, seemingly emotionless.
Winter, in the ancient and quaint old house.
Eliza Hayes sat on the sofa, watching the old man beside her hang up the phone, eagerly waiting to hear what he would say.
"Adrian said yes, he’s coming back for dinner." The old man turned his gaze to her.
As their eyes met, Eliza Hayes relaxed upon hearing the response, the scarf was already knitted.
"Okay, thank you, Dad." She stood up.
"Eliza." The old man called her to a halt, their eyes met again, and he said, "Have an open-hearted conversation with Adrian."
He didn’t know she had written a long letter to Adrian.
Eliza Hayes wasn’t that confident, feeling uneasy, as there had been no reply to the long letter she sent out days ago.
Looking forward to the meeting this afternoon, but also a bit anxious because she couldn’t predict what would happen.
