When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 548: Three Incredibly Precious Words

The mother and son opened their hearts for a chat once, it was good for both of them, and they wouldn’t feel so awkward or sensitive.

In any relationship, you have to take the first step.

When Madam realized her own issues, even if it took a year to ease a little, it was still a step towards improvement.

Nanny Warren believed that life is short, and becoming a family is also a matter of fate. One day, they would shake hands and make peace. Everything is moving in a positive direction.

Upstairs, in a certain room.

Eliza Hayes took out a hand-knitted scarf and gently wrapped it around her daughter-in-law’s neck.

With a kindly face, she carefully tied it, her movements very gentle, "Faye, do you like this color palette?"

Faye Turner, being a sensitive girl, asked in mild surprise, "Did you knit this?"

"Yes, yes."

Being guessed correctly by her daughter-in-law still made her very happy.

She kept a smile as she adjusted the edges, "Each of you and Adrian gets one, they’re a couple’s set, do you like it?"

"I like it." Faye continued looking down at her tying the scarf, "How did you learn to knit scarves?"

"I learned," she replied, "As long as you want to learn, no matter how hard it is, you can learn it."

Adrian Lancaster just stood there watching and listening, remaining silent.

After Eliza Hayes finished tying Faye’s scarf, she felt a bit nervous and took out another scarf from the bag, not daring to look at her son.

Faye stepped aside, looking at her mother-in-law, then at her husband.

Eliza Hayes stood in front of her son, slowly raising her eyes, mustering the courage to meet his gaze. Her smile was a bit unnatural.

"Oh, I need to return a call to Mr. Moss." Faye suddenly seemed to remember, taking out her phone, she said to the mother and son, "The scarf is very warm, I really like it, thank you, Mom. I’ll go make a call first."

With those words, she stepped out, quickly leaving the room and closing the door.

The mother and son both understood Faye’s intent, the call might be real, but it wasn’t urgent.

Tall and slender Adrian Lancaster silently stood in front of his mother.

Eliza Hayes held the scarf with even her gaze being cautious, "Adrian, this scarf is hand-knitted by Mom. You and Faye each have one, I hope you like it."

The mother’s apprehension, seen by Adrian Lancaster, made him feel slightly pained.

He couldn’t remember the last time his mother stood this close to him, neither the year nor the month nor the day.

He had no impression, as his relationship with his mother had always been very distant.

She had never even looked him in the eye.

Gazing at the deep wrinkles on his mother’s face and the white hair at her temples, Adrian Lancaster suddenly realized that his mother had grown old...

Seeing that he said nothing, showed no resistance, and didn’t say he disliked it, Eliza Hayes mustered her courage again, gently standing on tiptoe to wrap the scarf around his neck.

And at that moment, Adrian Lancaster naturally lowered his head because he was truly very tall.

Eliza Hayes was slightly surprised, but more than that, she was happy, though she didn’t show it, she carefully tied her son’s scarf.

When her fingers lightly touched his skin, her heart skipped a beat, with his skin’s warmth lingering on her fingertips.

"It’s done." After tidying the edges, Eliza Hayes let go, took two steps back, and looked up at her son, "Mom is very happy that you accepted this scarf."

Their gazes met, Adrian Lancaster also gathered his courage and said three words to her, "Thank you, Mom."

And to Eliza Hayes, these seemingly simple three words were incredibly, incredibly precious!!

She looked at him in amazement, at one point thinking she misheard!

Then, her smile was happier than any other time, "You’re welcome, it’s my duty!"

From his mother’s expression, Adrian Lancaster saw the change in her inner emotions, and indeed, his heart was also not at peace.

Yet he didn’t know what to say to her, he was at a loss for words.