CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER 18: THE TOPIC HE AVOIDS

While he was taking a shower, Faye Turner lay in bed and told Rachel Sherman that she would explain the marriage matter in detail another day. It was late, so they should rest early and stop sending messages bombarding her.

Rachel replied with an OK gesture, and the phone finally went quiet.

Faye Turner accidentally saw a news push notification about her husband’s appointment today. She sat up with interest and scrolled through the details.

[Prestige Group’s New Leader Is Only 23 Years Old, Rumored to Have Been Secretly Controlling the Company for Years]

[Adrian Lancaster Appointed as the New President of Prestige Group, Becomes a Major Event in Argent]

[Prodigy Adrian Lancaster Poised to Become a Dark Horse in the Financial Circle]

The sure headlines and various titles, paired with the man’s outstanding temperament and innate noble aura, entranced Faye Turner.

The brief appointment ceremony video was reposted nearly a billion times, with numerous comments emerging every second...

Some women were crazily calling him their husband.

Faye Turner thought, for a man as excellent as him, he probably wouldn’t lack women around him, right?

She also thought of the woman in the blue suit and pencil skirt following him. Their relationship probably wasn’t ordinary either, right?

Soon, Adrian Lancaster emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a half-body bathrobe.

The girl leaning against the headboard lifted her eyes, and their gazes collided.

The man’s fingers, holding a towel to dry his hair, paused slightly. In the warm yellow light, the girl’s hair fell loosely, her face looking at him calmly, exuding a tranquil and beautiful feeling...

This made the image of Sienna flash in his mind once again.

Faye Turner saw the man’s abs and quickly withdrew her gaze, her cheeks slightly reddening, "No sleeping naked; quickly put on pajamas."

After saying this, she pulled the blanket over her and slid into the bed like an eel.

Adrian Lancaster couldn’t help but lift the corner of his lips, casually set the towel down, and after blow-drying his hair, he put on his pajamas and got into bed.

The double bed was 2.2 meters wide, really quite spacious.

He wouldn’t touch her tonight; he wasn’t in the mood. In fact, since coming back from the restaurant, Adrian Lancaster had been distracted.

A figure from four years ago began appearing more frequently in his mind. Faye Turner didn’t resemble Sienna very much, but there were always a few moments where the expressions between their brows bore a slight resemblance.

And that slight resemblance could always touch Adrian Lancaster’s heart, which was as hard as ice. They say the first love is the most unforgettable; the big CEO couldn’t escape it either.

"Adrian, did the scar on your arm never get treated?"

The man, lost in thought, slightly turned his gaze, and found the girl lying on her side, looking at the scar on his arm.

Adrian Lancaster’s eyes were a bit cold, and he didn’t intend to pull down his sleeve. After all, she had already seen it, and during their intimate moments, she had touched it; at the time, he clearly felt her fingers flinch.

"Do you want to trust me?" Faye Turner spoke softly, "Maybe I can help you heal it."

He didn’t answer, seeming to avoid this question.

Faye Turner was very puzzled. With his status, how could a burn not be sent to the hospital?

Judging from the state of his scar, it seemed untreated, with no simple care or cold water relief provided. It must have been so painful?

The scar looked like it had been there for a long time; he must have been just a child then?

Somehow, Faye Turner felt that as his wife, if she could help heal it, she definitely wanted to try.

Living in his house, eating his food, she ought to do something for him, shouldn’t she?

The next morning.

Adrian Lancaster got up and left without saying he would take her with him.

Faye Turner understood his actions; he certainly didn’t want anyone to know he was already married, moreover, married to someone of unequal social status.

It worked in her favor too; she didn’t want anyone to know either. She wanted to rely on her own efforts and make a name for herself in the design world based on her work, not on a man.

Today was Faye Turner’s first official day at work. She took the bus to Prestige Group, and as she entered the lobby, she saw Ivy Jennings heading toward the elevator.

Ivy Jennings was wearing a dark purple suit jacket today with a matching pencil skirt and a light blue high-end blouse underneath, with exquisite makeup.

"Morning, Secretary Jennings."

"Good morning, Secretary Jennings."

People coming toward her all greeted her respectfully with smiles on their faces.

She walked briskly, without smiling, but still acknowledged them with polite nods, looked not overly aged but had a strong presence.

Faye Turner slowed her pace, letting Ivy get into the elevator first, trying to avoid a direct encounter.