When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 135: Luna Wants to Play Role-Playing?

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Luna Wants to Play Role-Playing?

After class, Luna Axton packed up her textbooks and notes, then left school with Caleb, who was waiting for her at the classroom door.

Lindsey was sick and needed plenty of rest, so Luna hadn’t called that morning to check on her.

But when she got to Lindsey’s place and saw Wyatt Kingston was the one opening the door, she froze on the spot.

"Hey there, Sister-in-law." Wyatt Kingston smiled so wide his eyes crinkled into slits.

His face was the very picture of delight.

Luna suppressed her surprise. "Mr. Kingston, when did you get here?"

She stepped inside, about to kick off her shoes and change into slippers.

"No need to change," Wyatt Kingston stopped her. "No one’s going to put them on for you later."

Hearing this, Luna grumpily slipped her feet back into her shoes and went straight inside.

Joy Coleman was sitting cross-legged on the rug, talking to her laptop. She was probably in a meeting.

She had called in sick and didn’t have to go to the office, but she was still in charge of moving her own projects forward.

Luna looked around Lindsey’s home. Everything was spotless and orderly. A clay pot of seafood congee simmered on the stove, its fragrant aroma of seafood and rice filling the air.

Even the small coffee table where Lindsey was working held a bouquet of eleven pink and white roses.

The place felt so lived-in, with every detail radiating warmth.

’This is so not normal!’

Having grown up with Lindsey, Luna knew exactly what kind of person Joy Coleman was.

Lindsey never did chores or tidied up. Back then, it was always Mr. Coleman who organized her room.

In Mr. Coleman’s own words to Ms. Brooks, "As long as my daughter can make herself presentable enough not to embarrass me when she goes out, that’s good enough. Let’s not ask for too much."

Luna’s probing gaze fell upon Joy Coleman.

Lindsey was wearing a collared blouse, her hair styled to perfection. But below the camera’s view, she had on a pair of gray sweatpants covered in a Hello Kitty print.

Lindsey had socks on, and a space heater was running right in front of her.

’So,’ she concluded, ’the one who cleaned the house, is taking care of Lindsey, and made the congee must be Wyatt Kingston.’

’Who would’ve thought? The crown prince of an entertainment company is actually so... domestic.’

While Lindsey was in her meeting, no one else in the apartment made a sound.

After letting Luna in, Wyatt Kingston poured her a glass of orange juice—the same kind sitting next to Lindsey—before grabbing a pile of freshly dried laundry, tossing it onto the bed, and beginning to fold.

His practiced folding technique made Luna’s heart lurch.

’Oh, no. Lindsey is never going to escape his grasp.’

"They don’t know how to do it, so I’ll just train their husbands! If you want to marry my precious girls, the first condition is this: my daughters don’t do housework."

Those were Mr. Coleman’s exact words.

How prophetic. Wyatt Kingston, who was clearly into Lindsey, completely fulfilled Mr. Coleman’s primary requirement.

Joy Coleman ended the video conference and turned around to see Luna sitting on the sofa, staring intently at Wyatt Kingston.

She waved a hand in front of Luna’s face. "What are you thinking about? You’re completely zoning out."

Her train of thought broken, Luna snapped her gaze back to Joy Coleman, her expression turning exceptionally suggestive.

She jutted her chin in Wyatt Kingston’s direction, silently asking Joy Coleman, "What’s the deal with him?"

Joy Coleman waved a dismissive hand. "He’s just my caregiver. A thousand yuan for seventy-two hours. He’s responsible for taking care of me and cleaning the house."

Luna’s eyes went wide, so shocked she was speechless.

’Wyatt Kingston... Mr. Kingston!’

Forget him—even a regular cleaner hired online would charge more than that for seventy-two hours.

Joy Coleman knew what Luna was thinking and said guiltily, "I didn’t even want to hire him, but he was so insistent. And hey, he’s doing a pretty good job, isn’t he?"

Luna asked, "So you mean he hasn’t left since he brought you home last night?"

Joy Coleman nodded, not bothering to deny it. "Mhm."

Luna pointed a finger at her, gloating, "Joy Coleman, you’re so screwed!"

Unwilling to admit it, Joy Coleman gripped Luna’s hand, her tone resolute. "Absolutely not!"

Wyatt Kingston overheard their conversation but pretended he hadn’t.

Wearing an apron, he fully committed to his role as an hourly-paid helper.

"Mistress, may I ask if it is time for lunch?"

’Mistress!’

’Holy hell!’

The moment the words left Wyatt Kingston’s mouth, Luna clapped a hand over her own, her eyes flying wide.

’What kind of role-play are these two getting into?!’

Joy Coleman’s expression remained unchanged as she answered like a queen, "You may."

The answer was revealed: the humble servant and his unobtainable queen.

’Great. She was the sole audience member for this little play.’

Luna secretly pulled out her phone. As Wyatt Kingston approached with a bowl of congee, she started furiously mashing the shutter button.

’Does Blaze Fairchild have any idea his good friend Wyatt Kingston has this... interesting side to him?’

Luna pressed her lips together tightly, trying to keep the two main actors from seeing her smile.

She picked the best shot—the one with the clearest angle that best captured Wyatt Kingston’s servile demeanor—and sent it to Blaze Fairchild.

"This bowl is for you, Luna. It was dished out first to cool. You eat. You must be starving after a whole morning of classes."

Joy Coleman pushed the bowl—one Wyatt Kingston had dished out earlier to let it cool—toward her.

Wyatt Kingston frowned in disagreement.

But one glare from Joy Coleman was enough to make him back down. He quickly chimed in, "Sister-in-law, you eat first. I’ll just grab a folder to fan the other bowl. It’ll cool down in no time. You eat first."

Luna watched their little exchange, then gave a smug little wiggle.

’Nice, nice. My place in Lindsey’s heart is still number one.’

’Yay!’

She scooped up a spoonful of congee and deliberately made a loud SLURP to provoke Wyatt Kingston.

Wyatt Kingston nearly slid right off the little stool he was sitting on. ’Th-th-this... ’

’This is the type Ian likes?’

’I’d better confirm this.’

And so, just as Blaze Fairchild was about to eat his lunch, another message popped up on his phone.

Thinking it was a reply from Luna, he opened WeChat, only to see a picture from Wyatt Kingston.

He didn’t have the slightest inclination to open it.

’Luna hasn’t replied yet. She’s probably eating lunch, too.’

’Luna sent a picture of Wyatt Kingston... so what picture did Wyatt Kingston send?’

Curious, he tapped on his chat with Wyatt Kingston.

The person in the photo was holding a bowl and spoon, with sunlight streaming in from the side.

She looked so happy, so smug, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous light.

Blaze Fairchild stared at it for a moment before saving the photo to his phone and setting it as his home screen wallpaper.

As if he couldn’t get enough, he opened the picture in his photo album to look at it again.

He chuckled to himself, his voice full of affection. "You’re only twenty-two, after all."

After finishing her food, Luna gave Wyatt Kingston a thumbs-up. "Mr. Kingston, your seafood congee is amazing!"

Wyatt Kingston cupped his fists. "Thank you, Sister-in-law, for the vote of confidence in my work."

After Wyatt Kingston washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, they all went with Joy Coleman to the hospital for her IV infusion.

On the way, it occurred to Luna to check if Blaze Fairchild had replied to her message.

[So you want to role-play with me, Luna?]