When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 133: She Is Sure of His Affection

The night was late as Blaze Fairchild’s car sped down the empty streets.

Luna Axton sat in the back, her vacant eyes gazing out the window.

Her mind replayed all the events of the evening.

Wyatt Kingston’s undisguised concern for Lindsey, the meticulous care he gave her, the way his affection was expressed so naturally.

Their first meeting at the Nightscape bar, which led to a misunderstanding; Wyatt being rejected, their lives having no intersection; and now, with Lindsey sick, Wyatt was taking care of her.

Everything seemed to fall into place as if it were a script written by fate.

’So, was the story between me and Blaze Fairchild also a pre-written script? What would our ending be?’

She had never done a bad thing in her life, not even stepping on an ant. The worst thing she’d ever done was probably in university, when she had to work on the lab mice for her professor.

’I should... also deserve a wonderful relationship, right?’

When she first moved into Lakeside Manor, she truly disliked how Blaze Fairchild arranged everything for her.

But after learning that Blaze Fairchild’s actions were driven by Mrs. Fairchild’s depression and his stillborn baby sister delivered via C-section, she understood his anxiety and unease.

Blaze Fairchild wasn’t such a tyrannical and domineering person after all.

He worried something would happen during her internship but still agreed to let her go. When she craved sweets, he personally baked her a strawberry cake with clean ingredients.

When she found out about her mother’s identity and her mother had to leave Valoria, Blaze Fairchild arranged a trip and drove her out of the city to clear her head.

If Blaze Fairchild was only worried about her getting depressed, a man like him wouldn’t be so perceptive as to notice her emotional shifts.

Perhaps at the very beginning, Blaze Fairchild’s motivation truly was just to have a healthy, sound child.

But through their daily interactions, his own feelings had changed.

Grandpa Fairchild said that Blaze Fairchild used to only come home once every ten days or two weeks.

After they got married, Blaze Fairchild was home from work on time almost every day. He would even skip going to the office for her prenatal checkups, handling company affairs from home instead.

And the Frosts—they were good to her not just because she was a good student; Paige from the Chinese Medicine department was no slouch either. It was mostly because they saw the change in Blaze Fairchild, which made the Frosts extend their affection to her as well.

As she thought about all the little moments with Blaze Fairchild, Luna Axton’s gaze shifted, landing on his back.

’A person wouldn’t be this good to someone else for no reason.’

’Blaze Fairchild likes me. I’m sure of his affection.’

It was just his personality. He wouldn’t express his feelings as directly as Wyatt Kingston, nor were his expressions as varied.

Realizing this, she lowered her eyelids again, afraid that the perceptive Blaze Fairchild would discover what was on her mind.

The car came to a smooth stop. Luna Axton looked up and realized they had arrived back at Fairchild Estate without her noticing.

Blaze Fairchild got out and immediately opened her door. "We’re home."

He rested one hand on the roof of the car and naturally extended the other for her to hold as she got out.

She looked at Blaze Fairchild’s expressionless face and heard his flat tone, but the care he showed her was meticulous and heartfelt.

"Thank you."

The corners of Blaze Fairchild’s lips lifted slightly. He assumed she was thanking him for the matter with Attorney Coleman. "I wouldn’t have been at ease with you going alone."

"Mm," Luna Axton said, not mentioning that there were actually many other things she wanted to thank him for.

They walked side-by-side on the path back to Lakeside Manor. In the early hours of the spring morning, the temperature was still a bit low.

The night breeze was cool, and she leaned a little closer to Blaze Fairchild.

"You can sleep as soon as we’re home. Just hang in there a little longer." In the cool moonlight, his voice sounded exceptionally gentle.

"If you’re up early tomorrow, could you ask Mrs. Creed to make me some brown sugar ginger tea?" She was still a little worried about catching a cold.

"Okay." Blaze Fairchild raised his arm and drew her into his embrace, thinking that he should keep a shawl or something in the car for her to stay warm when they go out tomorrow.

After a quick wash-up, they changed into their pajamas and quickly got into bed to sleep.

Perhaps because she had been thinking about Blaze Fairchild before bed, Luna Axton did indeed dream about him after falling asleep. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

When Blaze Fairchild woke her up, she couldn’t remember the specific details of the dream, but she was in a very good mood.

The feeling of a racing heart and a flushed face from her dream became real again when she met Blaze’s gaze.

She stretched unnaturally, her voice soft and raspy as usual. "What time is it?"

"You have a morning class. It doesn’t matter what time it is, you have to get up."

As soon as Blaze Fairchild finished speaking, he took her soft, fair hand with his large one, used his other hand to support her back, and pulled her up, not letting her laze in bed.

"You can sleep more on the way to school later." Blaze Fairchild gently stroked her hair. "Hurry up and come get ready."

Luna Axton stared blankly at the phone on the nightstand. Seven o’clock.

’I never used to be someone who lazed in bed.’

’Under the meticulous care of Mrs. Creed and Blaze Fairchild, I’ve become this spoiled person who has everything handed to her.’

From the end of the walk-in closet, Blaze Fairchild’s handsome face peeked out. His tone was stern. "Luna, come here."

Luna Axton shook her head, casting aside those self-reflective thoughts, and shuffled over to Blaze Fairchild in her slippers.

Seeing her approach, Blaze Fairchild naturally stood behind her, wrapped his large hand around her shoulders, and lifted her chin.

Luna Axton realized Blaze Fairchild was about to brush her teeth for her, and her face grew warm.

She turned her head to look at the man behind her and said with an awkward expression, "I’ll do it myself."

Standing behind her, Blaze Fairchild’s gaze shifted downward, and he saw her reddened ears.

’Why is she getting shy now?’

He couldn’t suppress the upward curve of his lips as he placed the toothbrush in Luna’s hand.

Luna Axton slightly lifted her eyelids. Only after noticing he had gone into the walk-in closet did she raise her hand and start brushing her teeth.

Her skincare routine was always simple—just a quick cleanse, followed by a light moisturizer.

After finishing, Luna Axton turned to go to the walk-in closet to change.

As fate would have it, Blaze Fairchild was still in the walk-in closet.

He was on a call, holding his phone to his ear with one hand and a gray shirt in the other. He was only wearing a pair of crisp dress pants.

The morning sunlight seemed to favor his tall, fit physique, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist. A combination of a meticulous diet and extreme self-discipline had left the skin on his back smooth, with lean, fluid muscle lines that exuded a beauty of health and power.

In the sunlight, Luna Axton could clearly see the distinct line of his spine disappearing into the fabric of his dress pants, stretched taut over his glutes.

Her hands had, on countless nights, scrabbled wildly across that back, searching for purchase.

But to look so directly at his uncovered body... even though Blaze Fairchild was her husband in name and in law, Luna Axton still couldn’t bring herself to look openly.

Luna Axton averted her gaze and, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, went to find her clothes for the day.

’Judging by the sun today, a loose shirt and a knit cardigan should be fine.’

Speaking of shirts, she remembered a new batch of clothes had been delivered just two days ago, and there was one shirt she recalled vividly.

The shirt was a pale yellow, with hand-embroidered butterflies and little white flowers on the cuffs, which was why she remembered it so clearly.

Luna Axton rummaged through the entire row of shirts in the closet, but it wasn’t there.

"That’s strange. I’m sure it was here."

She had even seen it last night when she was changing into her pajamas.

"The clothes are on the sofa in the adjacent closet," Blaze Fairchild’s voice suddenly said.

"Oh, thanks." As Luna Axton spoke, she turned, and her gaze fell directly on Blaze Fairchild’s bare chest.

They were so close that her lips were pressed right into the hollow where his pectoral and abdominal muscles met.