When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 112: It’s Because You’re Beautiful

Luna Axton, completely absorbed in the photoshoot, had no idea what was on Blaze Fairchild’s mind.

After taking a few photos on the sofa, Blaze Fairchild had her stand in front of the calligraphy written by Jenna Axton for another picture.

Her figure was slender and delicate as she cradled her belly with both hands, tilting her head slightly toward the calligraphy. Her glistening eyes looked right at the camera.

In the hazy light, the sight of her long, snow-white, perfectly-proportioned legs made Blaze Fairchild’s heart race.

He told Luna, "That should be enough."

Luna Axton excitedly went over to look at the finished photos on his camera.

She was already fair-skinned, and dressed in beige, she seemed to be shrouded in a soft mist under the living room lights. A gentle halo enveloped her, and against her pale, flawless face, her pink lips looked especially delicate and full.

"You’re really good at creating a mood with your photos," Luna Axton said with envy in her voice.

’A man as smart and talented as Blaze Fairchild really can pick up anything easily and do it well.’

"It’s because you’re beautiful."

His hot breath brushed against the nape of her neck. Blaze Fairchild was so close she could even smell his unique, masculine scent.

Blaze Fairchild, as if oblivious, continued flipping through the photos on the camera to show her.

Luna Axton’s face grew hotter and hotter, as if her whole body was about to catch fire.

She tried to put a little distance between them, but Blaze Fairchild immediately closed the gap.

After looking through more than a dozen photos, she was so hot that she started fanning the side of her face, trying to cool down.

"Are you hot?" Blaze Fairchild’s low, husky voice sounded.

His slightly raspy tone added a touch of intimacy to the otherwise quiet room.

They both knew exactly what kind of situation they were in.

If they stayed together any longer, things would spiral out of control.

"I’m going to go upstairs and wash up." Luna Axton’s face was flushed a rosy pink, like a ripe peach exuding a tempting aroma, making one long to steal a kiss and taste its sweetness.

The mood was already set. How could Blaze Fairchild let such a good opportunity slip by?

With a swift motion of his long arm, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Be gentle, you’ll press on Lucky," she said, her hands braced between them, her brow furrowed slightly.

"I know."

Blaze Fairchild’s voice was low and hoarse, his dark eyes flickering with the sparks of desire.

He agreed verbally, and his movements did indeed soften with restraint.

His kisses were full of passion. Within moments, Luna Axton lost all her strength, clinging to Blaze Fairchild’s shoulders to steady herself.

A sudden coolness on her body brought Luna Axton back to her senses.

Her long fingers threaded impatiently through his hair as she reminded the man on her chest in a delicate voice, "The curtains aren’t drawn."

Blaze Fairchild looked up, his eyes as deep as the sea fixed on her. The red at the corners of his eyes startled Luna Axton, making her want to look away.

"I’ll close them right now."

He turned his head and fumbled on the coffee table, found the remote, and with a press of a button, all the living room curtains slid shut, sealing the room’s heady passion from the outside world.

Afterward, a drowsy Luna Axton was carried upstairs by Blaze Fairchild.

She was exhausted from Blaze Fairchild’s attentions and slept soundly through the night.

Luna Axton was woken by a cool sensation on her thigh.

She had been hugging a pregnancy pillow, lying on her side. Turning slowly, she saw Blaze Fairchild’s head.

"What are you doing?" The moment she spoke, she realized her voice was painfully dry and hoarse.

Blaze Fairchild was leaning over the edge of the bed, a container of ointment in one hand, meticulously and gently applying it to her reddened thighs with the other.

At her question, he looked up, his handsome face content and satisfied.

Blaze Fairchild looked refreshed and invigorated. "Your skin is too delicate; it’s a little red. The ointment will help it heal faster, so it won’t hurt when your clothes rub against it."

She’d been fine until he said that. Now, images from last night flooded her mind.

Luna Axton moved to sit up. "I’ll do it myself."

Blaze Fairchild raised an eyebrow. "This spot? You think you can manage?"

’Fine. I’m pregnant; it’s not convenient.’

She lay back on the pillow in resignation, letting the cool ointment spread on her inner thighs.

’My perfectly fine legs...’

Luna Axton resentfully clutched the corner of the pillow.

’That man, Blaze Fairchild... he’s too much. He didn’t even spare my legs.’

Blaze Fairchild also knew he’d gone a bit too far last night. But at that point, with her long, white legs right there, how could he possibly control himself?

Seeing that she was silent, he scooped out more ointment and applied a thick layer to the reddened areas.

’Anyway, I got what I wanted. If Luna wants to give me the cold shoulder, I’ll just have to take it.’

After getting ready, Luna Axton was hungry and went downstairs to find something to eat.

Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped.

There seemed to be a faint, salty, musky scent lingering in the air.

She quickly turned around, went back upstairs, and rummaged for some incense sticks.

Blaze Fairchild came out of the kitchen with a sandwich and a glass of milk, only to see Luna standing in front of the bookshelf, waving her hand to try and make the thin wisps of smoke spread faster.

Luna, who was usually so careful about fire safety, was acting a bit strange.

"Why did you light incense?" Blaze Fairchild asked.

Hearing this, Luna Axton pouted and shot him a flirtatiously reproachful look.

Blaze Fairchild understood immediately.

He took a deliberate sniff of the air and said with confidence, "Don’t worry, I cleaned everything up. There’s no smell."

Luna Axton’s eyes shifted, and she shot him a glare, clearly not planning to engage with him.

’Blaze Fairchild went back on his word last night. All that talk about "one last time" was a lie.’

’My hands, my legs...’

Luna Axton was angry. Blaze Fairchild’s words had no credibility.

Because of her condition, she ate a little something at Lakeside Manor to tide her over.

The first meal of the New Year, sweet rice balls, symbolized reunion and harmony, so it was best to eat them together as a family.

So, at mealtime, she went with Blaze Fairchild to Pinehurst Estate to have sweet rice balls with Grandpa Fairchild.

But Jenna Axton wasn’t there.

Mrs. Creed knew the Young Madam was worried, so she took the initiative to report what she had seen.

"When I went over this morning, Mrs. Axton was still in bed. She’s physically fine, but her eyes were terribly swollen from crying. I made her an Americano with the strawberry muffins the Young Master made. Perhaps because she felt so bitter inside, she used more than half the bottle of honey."

Hearing this, Luna Axton felt a pang of sadness, but also couldn’t help but find it a little amusing.

’When has Mom ever had such a contradictory and complex inner world?’

In her memory, her mother was always decisive and straightforward, never the type to feel bitter and crave sweets.

’It must be because Julian Fairchild holds such a special place in her heart that he can stir up her emotions so easily.’

’But Mom’s eyes were swollen from crying. As much as my heart ached for her, I also understood that she had already made her decision.’

Upon hearing this, Julian Fairchild let out a soft sigh. Grandpa Fairchild then instructed Mrs. Creed, "Let her be alone for a couple of days. Grant is on vacation, so I’ll have to trouble you to look after her."

"I understand, Old Master."

That’s how things are in this world. Everyone has their own duties and things they must hold onto.

Compromise is love, and letting go is also love. No one can say for sure which is right; only the people involved can find their own way through.

Luna Axton was also waiting. She would wait until her mother was in a better mood before going to see her.

For two straight days, Luna Axton put on a smiling face whenever she was with Grandpa Fairchild.

But as soon as she returned to Lakeside Manor, her spirits would plummet.

Blaze Fairchild tried to find things for them to do together, but she’d complain she was tired and didn’t want to move.

When Blaze Fairchild suggested they go for a walk, she refused.

Blaze Fairchild didn’t know what to do with her, so he could only stay by her side in silence.

Fortunately, on the morning of the third day of the New Year, Jenna Axton finally appeared at the dining table.

Luna Axton wondered, ’It’s been over two days. What has Mom decided?’

’Is she willing to stay in Valoria and acknowledge the Frost Family, or will she go back to Kensing to live on her own?’