CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: AFRAID I’LL KILL YOU?

And Faye Turner was certain that he wouldn’t get angry tonight.

She looked at him with gentle and determined eyes, "Adrian, I am your wife, your companion in old age, the person you can trust the most."

"..." Such words felt unfamiliar, yet they somewhat touched his heart.

She spoke sincerely, "In the future, I will be the mother of your children. You said you wouldn’t divorce, and I also want to live a good life."

"..." The man met her gaze, and something flickered in his eyes.

Gentle, virtuous, sensible, determined, persevering — this side of Faye Turner softened Adrian Lancaster’s cold demeanor significantly.

Their gazes lingered on each other for a long while, as night fell...

Until Grandpa texted to say he wanted to video call them tonight.

"You go to the master bedroom first, I don’t know when Grandpa will call." Adrian Lancaster cared the most about Grandpa’s feelings, and lately, they had been sleeping in separate rooms.

"Okay." The girl nodded. Although he hadn’t opened up during their chat, he seemed to lower his guard slightly with her.

In Faye Turner’s view, this was a good start.

An hour later, Grandpa’s video call still hadn’t come through. After both had taken their showers, they lay in the same bed, waiting and waiting...

"What’s your relationship with Mr. Mark?" Adrian Lancaster voiced the question that had puzzled him all afternoon.

He had investigated Faye Turner before, and this person was not in her network connections.

"His mother was seriously ill, seeking medical help everywhere to no avail. My master was the one who healed her." The girl lay on her back with her hands behind her head, beside the man, not hiding anything, "We don’t have any blood relation, but we have a good relationship."

So that’s how it was.

Adrian Lancaster suddenly felt that he didn’t really understand the woman beside him; she even had a master? Then she should know medicine too.

So... is she going to develop medicine to treat burns for him?

After a while, Adrian Lancaster asked her again, "Are you using me as a test subject for that drug you’re developing?"

"Why?" The girl was slightly stunned, then turned to him, "Afraid I’ll kill you and then take the inheritance all for myself?"

Adrian Lancaster turned his eyes to glare at her, "You black-hearted woman, why can’t you say anything nice?"

"Who are you calling black-hearted?" The girl turned on her side, supporting her face with her hand, and looked at him defiantly, "No defamation allowed!"

Then, she began to state the facts and reasoning—

"Let me tell you, I’ve secured such a big contract for you today, and I haven’t even laid out any conditions. Don’t you earn communal property for me while alive? If you die, I might not even get much!"

At such a close distance, their gazes met and held.

Listening to her ramble, Adrian Lancaster noticed how exceptionally beautiful her eyes were. Under the warm yellow light, her jet-black hair lay gracefully over her shoulders, and her pink lips rambled on. Her complexion was like peach blossoms, and it made him slightly dazed.

"You must thank me properly!" She squinted her eyes and emphasized, "It’s not just a simple ’thank you’! Nor a casual ’what do you want?’ How do you express gratitude to big clients? Without any action?"

Adrian Lancaster frowned slightly, not responding.

Faye Turner half propped herself up, looking at the man’s handsome face, her body emitting the fragrance of post-bath freshness.

A subtle emotion filled the space between them, spreading out...

Just then, the video call ringtone interrupted their thoughts.

Adrian Lancaster picked up the phone, and the two sat up at the head of the bed, shoulder to shoulder, with the girl slightly leaning her head towards the man’s shoulder.

The man’s defined fingers slid across the answer button, and the old man’s face appeared on the phone screen.

"Hello, Grandpa."

"Grandpa."

Seeing the young couple in loungewear sitting at the head of the bed, the old man looked as gentle as a spring breeze, "Faye, Adrian, are you getting ready for bed?"

"No, not yet, just chatting." Adrian Lancaster smiled, his voice gentle.

Faye Turner smiled sweetly, "We’re waiting for your call."

"Tomorrow’s Friday, just a reminder, remember to come home for dinner!" The old man looked kindly and full of anticipation, "There’s nothing else, it’s getting late, I’ll hang up first, you two rest early!"