CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: PRESIDENT LANCASTER BREAKS INTO MRS. LANCASTER’S ROOM

She didn’t answer, and he knocked again.

Faye Turner had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a loose-fitting nightgown. Hearing the knock, she wiped the water beads from her hair with a dry towel and went to open the door.

Thinking it was a waiter, she casually pulled open the door and was dumbfounded—it’s Adrian Lancaster!

She instinctively hid behind the door.

At this moment, her grandfather’s WeChat video call came through again.

With the phone ringing in his palm, Adrian Lancaster took a step forward, entered her room before she could react, and closed the door.

"Hey!" Faye was startled.

Not far down the corridor, Ivy Jennings stood holding a plate of snacks, stunned in place, hardly believing her eyes.

After entering the room, Adrian Lancaster put an arm around Faye’s shoulder and used the other to slide to answer the call, "Hey, Grandpa." He smiled warmly, looking quite pleased.

Terrified, Faye quickly pulled at the neckline of her clothes, frantically tidied her hair, "Grandpa." Her smile was forced.

Seeing them together, especially in the post-bath intimate setting, Grandpa was overjoyed—

"Faye, Adrian took you on a business trip, just think of it as a vacation. Don’t be too reserved!" Grandpa was all smiles, full of kindness in his eyes, "Tell him if you want to buy anything, tell him if you need anything!"

"Grandpa, rest assured." Adrian Lancaster’s demeanor was gentle, his eyes full of adoration, "I gave Faye a card, she can spend as she likes."

"Yes, Grandpa." Faye’s smile was as warm as spring sunshine, hand covering her neckline, "He treats me very well, you don’t have to worry."

In short, Grandpa was extremely delighted seeing their state tonight!

"No worries, no worries." Grandpa’s grin had a different nuance, "You two carry on, I won’t interrupt. A moment in a spring night is worth a thousand gold, Faye, Adrian, you must fulfill my wish to have a great-grandchild soon!"

The rain outside continued, and Ivy finally came to her senses. She walked away carrying the snacks she had specially brought for him, feeling dejected.

As she was about to pass by Faye’s room door, Adrian Lancaster came out, holding his phone, dressed in a bathrobe.

Ivy’s steps faltered as he closed the door and halted as well, their gazes meeting.

She was still quite happy, her lips curving into a slight smile, "Would you like to try this? It’s a specialty here, rarely available, but tonight is lucky. It’s called..."

The man reached out his hand, "Give it to me." This caught Ivy by surprise, her mind momentarily faltering, the words stuck.

But she quickly recovered, "Okay." She promptly handed the plate to him.

"Early to bed and early to rise." Adrian Lancaster reached out to take it, "Tomorrow morning we’re going to the village for inspection."

She smiled, then nodded, "Alright, good night."

He didn’t say good night to her, just looked at her with a mild gaze, nodded slightly, then turned back towards his room.

This made Ivy feel happy, as if finding solace amid a sea of broken glass, knowing he won’t stay in Faye’s room tonight.

Could they really just be regular friends?

If Faye was his wife or had some relation with him, they should be staying together, not in two separate rooms.

Ivy comforted herself with this thought, feeling a hint of joy, for loving someone is indeed humbling.

A look, a gentle word from the other can easily be mistaken for love...

Next morning.

Ivy entered the village with Adrian Lancaster, though the rain had stopped, the air was still chilly and damp, causing her to sneeze.

Adrian Lancaster showed no reaction, he surveyed the surroundings, lost in thought.

Ivy frequently glanced at him, even shivering from the cold. This morning she deliberately wore thin clothes.

Before long, she sneezed again.

Adrian Lancaster turned to look at her, asking, "Cold?"

"Mm-hmm." She felt pleased, nodded obediently, then glanced at his suit jacket.

Unexpectedly, the man had no intention of taking off his jacket for her, instead asking puzzledly, "If you know it’s cold, why didn’t you wear more clothes?"

His cool voice, lacking warmth, even carried a hint of reproach, as if seeing through her little ploy.