When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 854: Miss Xavier Is Back
"Thank you all, just place them in the cloakroom." Mrs. Xavier’s voice was gentle with a smile, no need to try them on, and there’s no way anything would need altering.
"Yes, ma’am." Then the servants queued up to walk inside, their steps light.
The Xavier Family had a team of dedicated old tailors, and each time the designed clothes were made, they fit perfectly without the slightest error.
They fit perfectly no matter whom they were made for.
The clothes just delivered included hers, her husband’s, and her son’s...
As soon as the servants left, the butler dressed in a double-breasted gold-buttoned uniform came in, "Good day, ma’am." Seeing Simon Xavier coming down the stairs, he quickly greeted, "Good day, sir."
Then he reported, "Miss Rhiannon is back in the country, she’s almost at the front gate, saying she’s rushed back to attend Young Master Fletcher’s wedding."
It was clear from the micro-expressions on their faces that Mr. Xavier and Mrs. Xavier were unaware of this matter.
At this moment, Nathan Xavier, wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, came in. He was tall with handsome features.
The butler greeted him again, "Good day, young master."
"Nathan, Rhiannon is back in the country, she’s almost at the gate. Let’s go and meet her," Mrs. Xavier said as she took steps toward the door.
Father Simon Xavier followed out, but Nathan’s face remained expressionless. A few seconds later, he also turned to leave.
The family walked through the long scenic corridor, where rows of lanterns emitted a warm yellow glow.
They headed toward the entrance of the estate, the pond beside the corridor was in full bloom with lotus flowers, and some koi fish swam happily back and forth.
"Rhiannon didn’t mention returning, did she?" Simon Xavier asked his wife as they walked, "We talked on the phone just the day before yesterday."
"She didn’t bring it up," Mrs. Xavier seemed a bit expectant, "maybe she wants to surprise us? We haven’t seen her in half a year, I’ve missed her."
Only Nathan, following behind them, remained silent, seemingly uninterested in Rhiannon’s return, perhaps even a bit displeased.
At this moment, night had fallen.
A black car stopped at the gate. The Xavier Estate was indeed very large, with strictly symmetrical architectural design, orderly and proper.
The car door opened, and a young girl, dressed in a skirt suit, stepped out in high heels.
The driver got out to help her retrieve the luggage from the trunk.
With the help of the light and moonlight, she saw the open gate, its eaves and green tiles, surrounded by lush trees, and a sense of familiarity washed over her.
Looking inside, she could faintly see white marble tables and chairs dotted among the trees.
"Miss, your suitcase."
She quickly snapped back to reality, "Okay, thank you." She was very polite.
Just as she closed the car door, the Xavier Elders came out. Rhiannon Xavier’s face quickly broke into a brighter smile. She left her suitcase and lifted her skirt to trot over to them—
"Father, Mother!" she called out endearingly, embracing Mrs. Xavier first, then Simon Xavier.
Nathan Xavier also emerged, his tall figure stood beside his father. He appeared distinguished, with a peaceful demeanor tinged with an aura of aloofness.
He too looked at the girl.
"Brother!" The girl released her father and stood in front of him, playfully tilting her head and putting her hands behind her back, "Long time no see! Did you miss me?"
Nathan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses slightly and asked blandly, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet!" Rhiannon’s eyes sparkled, and she took a step to link her arm through his, "Is there fish today? I’m hungry, brother."
He was somewhat repelled by her close proximity, gently pulling her hand away, turned to his parents, and said warmly, "Father, Mother, I need to go out for a bit. Don’t wait for me for dinner."
After saying that, Nathan Xavier walked toward the black Maybach parked not far away.
"Hey..." Rhiannon turned her eyes to the tall figure of the man, feeling a bit disheartened inside.







