CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: THIS CEO IS A LITTLE DRAMATIC

Faye Turner snorted disdainfully, rolled her eyes, put away her phone, and closed her eyes to sleep.

After all, Adrian Lancaster knew her family’s situation inside out. How could the president of Prestige Group be manipulated by a gambler?

Soon, the bus arrived at the stop, and Faye got off.

Back at home, she saw his shoes and noticed the light was on in the study, so she knew he had returned.

She went straight to the bedroom, took a shower, and got into bed, leaning against the headboard. Her thoughts wandered, and thinking about Adrian Lancaster’s status, her mood inexplicably grew heavy.

If there wasn’t such a big disparity between them, she might be able to stay calm, but now, the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but feeling a bit sleepy, she was about to fall asleep when her phone rang.

It was her good friend Rachel Sherman calling.

Faye, lying in bed, swiped to answer the call, "Hey, Rachel."

"Talia Tully! I heard from Shannon and Tanya that you got married?! Is it true? Who did you marry? Why didn’t you tell me about something so important?"

Faced with her friend’s barrage of questions, Faye didn’t know which one to answer first, "Well, I... I did get married."

Just then, a burnt smell wafted through!

With sharp instincts, Faye threw off the covers and got up, "Wait a moment, I have to check something! I’ll hang up for now!"

When she followed the smell to the kitchen, she was completely dumbfounded!

A half pot of dumplings had boiled dry and burned, and the stove was still on. Adrian Lancaster was holding a spatula, looking clearly at a loss.

Faye quickly turned off the gas!

The kitchen air was filled with a burnt odor, and the pot was smoking.

Faye looked at Adrian Lancaster, this six-foot-three man holding a spatula, momentarily dumbfounded.

After a while, he spoke like a child, "I didn’t have dinner. I’m hungry."

Then Faye heard his stomach growling. She found it amusing but held back, merely scrutinizing him.

Not so capable, are we? Ordering a table full of things and not eating any of it!

She sighed and reached out to him.

He handed her the spatula.

Then Faye motioned for him to wait outside.

Adrian Lancaster obediently left the kitchen. Faye put on an apron and started cleaning up the mess, then cooked the dumplings.

Outside, Adrian Lancaster stood before the display cabinet, his gaze falling on the family heirloom grandpa had given her, which she had placed by herself and he hadn’t moved.

Soon, a steaming bowl of dumplings was served, "It’s ready."

"You should keep this." He placed the bag on the dining table and pushed it towards her, "Since it was given to you by grandpa, it’s yours."

"Is it expensive?"

"A Lancaster family heirloom," Adrian answered casually as he sat down at the dining table and started eating dumplings with a spoon.

Faye was stunned, a Lancaster family heirloom?!

Wasn’t that priceless?!

"You can keep it for your son," Adrian told her, "Find a place to put it, not on this shelf. Otherwise, if grandpa sees it one day, he’ll be unhappy again."

"Oh." The girl reached over to take the bag and reminded him, "When cooking dumplings, add more water. Let the water heat to about 60 degrees before putting in the dumplings. Don’t put them in cold water, or the pot will become sticky, and if there’s not enough water, they’ll burn."

With that, she turned and returned to the bedroom.

Rachel had sent her many messages on WeChat, asking about her marriage, a long story that she didn’t know how to explain.

Not long after eating the dumplings, Adrian Lancaster washed the dishes.

He took a robe and went into the bathroom to run a bath.

Under the steamy lights, the man removed his shirt, his eight-pack abs truly mesmerizing, with his honey-toned skin looking very healthy.

The ugly scar on his left arm stood out prominently.

Standing under the shower, the warm water splashed over the scar. It had long ceased to ache, but the pain in his heart was hard to erase.

He had been searching for 18 years. No matter where he stood or how strong he became, there might be some answers Adrian Lancaster would never find in this lifetime.