When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 111: If Luna Likes It, He’s Happy

Luna Axton hadn’t returned since going to Pinehurst Estate with Blaze Fairchild that afternoon.

Now, returning to Lakeside Manor with Blaze, she was stunned by the sight before her.

"It’s so beautiful," she gasped, covering her mouth.

"As long as you like it, that’s all that matters." There was a hint of pleasure in Blaze’s soft voice.

On one side of the living room stood a two-tiered, eight-cubby bookshelf. On the wall behind it hung the whimsical, childlike painting she had previously put in her online shopping cart.

’He actually bought it.’

On the bookshelf were a sound system, a table lamp, and other items.

A rug was spread out in front of it, on which sat a single armchair and an ottoman. There was also a croissant-shaped lounge chair in the Jellycat style, and a small, movable coffee table.

In keeping with the New Year’s atmosphere, a piece of calligraphy on red paper with golden characters hung on the floor-to-ceiling glass window. Judging by the handwriting, it was her mother who had written "Happy New Year." To one side was a floor lamp made of stacked red lanterns.

Luna Axton kicked off her shoes and, without even bothering to put on her slippers, eagerly walked over.

"This rug is so comfortable too." It was soft, and her feet relaxed with every step.

Blaze Fairchild’s lips curved, a smile fixed on his face. If Luna was happy, so was he.

"Wow~" Her delight was written all over her face.

Luna looked at the books on the shelf. Most were still in their plastic wrap, and they were all titles she loved.

"When did you buy all these books?"

The books she had piled up in her room had been brought down and neatly organized here.

"When Grandpa was in the hospital, I had nothing to do, so I ordered them one by one." As Blaze spoke, he sat down on the leather sofa to the side.

He knew Luna didn’t like the cold feeling of the leather sofa and that she loved to read, so he had created this little reading nook for her.

The reading nook was right next to the sofa, so he could see Luna while he sat here.

It was a perfect distance—not too far, not too close. They could be in the living room together without disturbing each other.

If she got tired of sitting in the armchair, she could switch to the croissant-shaped lounge chair. In any case, someone would always be around, so there was no fear of her not being able to get up.

Luna’s gaze was drawn to a clay figurine on the shelf.

It was a set of three adorably naive clay figures with smiles like crescent moons: a mom, a dad, and a little baby. A family of three.

Only, the baby was styled as a little boy.

The moment she picked it up to take a closer look, Blaze’s eyes flicked over.

He explained, "I saw the gender at the last prenatal check-up."

It wasn’t that he only wanted a boy; it was that the baby she was carrying *was* a boy.

’For the first child, I wanted a boy because little girls are too delicate. What if we had a pampered little doll just like Luna? I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

’A boy is different. It’s okay to be a little more rough-and-tumble with him.

’At first, when Kyle Joyce reported that Luna Axton was pregnant, I didn’t care.

’I knew very well that I couldn’t bear the responsibility of a father, so why bring a child into this world to suffer?

’So, with the child in Luna’s belly, if she wanted to terminate the pregnancy, I would have respected her decision.

’But after getting our marriage license and having a whirlwind wedding with Luna, I became a husband and a father-to-be.

’Since it was already a fact, I had to prepare myself to be a good dad.

’I had a lonely, dull childhood, so I’m determined to raise my child myself.

’Even if it means Evergrow Group doesn’t take on any new projects for three years, I’ll put my child and family first.’

Besides... Blaze’s tender and lingering gaze fell upon Luna.

She was looking at the painting on the wall, her expression serene. She was focused only on what was in front of her, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

’That night Jenna Axton was being resuscitated, we held each other in the hospital corridor.

’That was the first time I truly felt the sense of strength that physical contact could provide. I like her faint fragrance; it puts me at ease.

’I also like how she can always immediately notice my mood swings. Although I’m stable most of the time, that doesn’t mean I don’t have emotions.

’Luna, who takes the present moment so seriously, has given me the courage to strive to be a good father.

’A life of more than thirty thousand days is made up of every single "now."

’Everyone’s journey ends in death, but along the way, different choices lead to a life accompanied by happiness and pain, tranquility and sweetness.

’I wasn’t put on this earth to fulfill the mission of making Evergrow Group glorious. I came into this world to experience life.

’So, this role of a father is also a journey in life, and I will experience it with all my heart.’

Luna felt a wave of happiness at the scene before her. A warmth spread from a corner of her heart.

Mrs. Creed had been busy in the main kitchen all afternoon with the New Year’s Eve dinner; she couldn’t possibly have had extra time to set this up.

She understood now. The time Blaze was gone in the afternoon, he had come here to decorate.

Blaze must have put a lot of thought into the design and preparation to achieve such an effect in such a short time.

"Blaze, thank you."

Luna’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

Blaze raised an eyebrow. "Thanks... shouldn’t there be something a little more substantial?"

The warmth in her heart built up, and catalyzed by Blaze’s word "substantial," it transformed into a heat that flushed her cheeks.

Luna blushed.

The next second, under her shy gaze, Blaze pulled a camera out from under a sofa cushion.

"I brought a camera. Let’s take some pictures together."

Luna felt her face burning up.

’I’m the one who got the wrong idea. How embarrassing!’

"I noticed you like to document things with your phone, so I thought, from now on, I’ll take pictures of you every week. We can show them to Lucky in the future."

Mortified, Luna wanted to flee immediately. "I’ll go change my clothes. The heating in Lakeside Manor is turned up so high, I’m starting to sweat a little."

Blaze saw right through her but didn’t say a word, his expression unchanged. "I’ll wait for you."

Luna slumped onto the sofa in the walk-in closet.

She raised a hand and tapped her head, her tone full of vexation.

"How could your mind immediately jump to... that? You’ve got such a dirty mind, Luna Axton! This isn’t good for the baby’s prenatal education. Forget it, forget it."

After scolding herself, she was finally in the mood to find an outfit suitable for photos.

After much deliberation, she chose a beige knit dress she had bought while shopping with her mother. It was a loose, casual style that perfectly matched the reading nook.

After putting it on, Luna checked herself in the full-length mirror, then went downstairs, satisfied.

But when Blaze saw her in this outfit, he was stunned for a few moments.

Her short black hair was simple and playful. She had tucked the stray strands in front of her ears behind them, revealing her round earlobes.

The light seemed to favor her too. Under its soft halo, her skin glowed with an alluring pinkish hue.

The memory of their soft, round texture on the tip of his tongue made Blaze’s stomach tighten.

"Is this okay?" Luna stopped in front of him.

Blaze’s eyelids lifted slightly. As his gaze fell upon her long, straight, fair legs, his eyes darkened a few shades.

He picked up the camera from the coffee table and affirmed, "Beautiful."

’Ms. Brooks was right. When a man can manage to say "beautiful," it means he’s actually paying attention.’

"So how should we take them?"

"Right here by the bookshelf." Blaze pushed those other thoughts aside, deciding to get the picture-taking done first.

First, they took a few pictures together, all of them proper, seated poses.

Then Blaze suggested taking some of her alone.

Having traveled with her mother since she was little, Luna knew a thing or two about photography. She wasn’t the least bit camera-shy.

She sat on the croissant-shaped lounge chair, turning her body to the side and extending one leg to elongate her proportions.

More importantly, this way, her bent knee wouldn’t block her belly.

But Luna had forgotten that she was wearing a short, loose-fitting knit dress.

As she sat, the hem was pinned beneath her, exposing two-thirds of her long, white leg, with just the right amount of soft flesh on her thigh...

The visual impact caused a sensual image to flash unbidden through Blaze’s mind—of her two long legs propped up in front of him. A fire suddenly ignited within him.

He had an instinctual reaction.