When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 137: Washing Feet

As soon as Luna Axton got home, she changed into her loungewear and lay down on the bed.

She grabbed a throw pillow and placed it under her calves to improve circulation and reduce the swelling in her legs.

When she took off her socks, the imprints from their seams and her shoes were clearly visible.

Blaze Fairchild sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted her legs, and placed them on his lap.

The unfamiliar sensation and warmth made Luna Axton instinctively pull away.

But Blaze Fairchild grabbed her by the ankle, giving her no chance to escape.

Luna Axton’s delicate brows furrowed slightly as she thought, ’My feet have been cooped up in shoes all day. I wonder how much they’ve sweat. Do they smell bad?’

Blaze Fairchild, oblivious to her thoughts, was only concerned about her swollen legs.

He lifted a pant leg and saw the sock imprints on her calf as well.

He knew how much Attorney Coleman meant to Luna, much like the friendship his own mother and his mother-in-law had once shared.

With Attorney Coleman sick, asking her to stay away and not worry wasn’t an option. That wouldn’t be the loyal and caring Luna he knew.

His heart ached for her, but since he couldn’t dissuade her, he could only find ways to help relieve the swelling.

"I’ll get some warm water for you to soak your feet, and I’ll have Mrs. Creed make you a bowl of adzuki bean soup."

"Okay."

Blaze Fairchild had been systematically learning everything about pregnancy from Dr. Miller, so Luna Axton obediently followed his instructions.

After placing her legs back on the throw pillow, Blaze Fairchild got up to prepare the hot water.

Luna Axton listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. After Blaze Fairchild called Mrs. Creed, he turned off the water.

She got up as well, ready to go soak her feet in the bathroom.

"I’ll bring it over." Blaze Fairchild was already walking out with a basin of warm water, a towel draped over his arm. "Go sit on the sofa."

Luna Axton did as she was told.

Blaze Fairchild said, "I set the water temperature to forty-five degrees. It’s not too hot."

After setting the basin down, he didn’t walk away but remained knelt in front of her.

Luna Axton didn’t move. Having Blaze Fairchild stay with her while she soaked her feet made her feel self-conscious.

"I can soak my feet by myself. You can go do what you need to do."

Blaze Fairchild looked up, meeting her eyes directly. "Aside from taking care of you, I don’t have anything I need to be busy with."

In other words, Blaze Fairchild was going to stay and watch her soak her feet.

Luna Axton was suddenly in a bind. Hidden inside her slippers, her toes curled, gripping the soles tightly.

Blaze Fairchild asked, "Do you want me to help you take off your slippers?"

Luna Axton rejected him with her actions. "No, I’ll do it myself."

The moment she put her feet in, Blaze Fairchild’s hands slipped into the water as well, and he began to massage them gently.

Luna Axton stared at Blaze Fairchild’s hands, not daring to even blink.

When she showered these days, it was already impossible for her to pay much attention to her feet.

She usually just rubbed one foot against the other, gave them a quick scrub with a bath brush, and called it a day.

At that moment, she was terrified that his massaging would rub off little rolls of dead skin.

If that happened, she would be too embarrassed to ever face Blaze Fairchild again.

Blaze Fairchild kept his head lowered, his expression earnest.

Luna Axton thought, ’He really is a very, very good and gentle person.’

"Why didn’t you reply to my message today?" Blaze Fairchild asked, breaking the room’s silence.

Only then did Luna Axton remember that she had indeed forgotten to reply to his message on her way to the hospital that afternoon.

Blaze Fairchild had told her his rules before: always answer his calls and reply to his messages.

She explained, "I was talking about something with Lindsey."

Blaze Fairchild chuckled. "Are you bored at home alone when I’m at work?"

Luna Axton didn’t understand the meaning behind his smile. ’Does he think I spent too much time with Lindsey today?’

’Or... is he actually considering the role-playing I mentioned this afternoon?’

She was leaning toward the latter.

Luna Axton hastily explained, "Sending you Mr. Kingston’s photo was completely a spur-of-the-moment thing. It wasn’t what you’re thinking."

"Oh, is that so?" Blaze Fairchild retorted, clearly not believing a word she said.

"Yes," she answered affirmatively.

"I think it sounds interesting." Blaze Fairchild’s expression seemed to say, ’I like it. We should try some role-playing, too.’

’Ugh, why isn’t Blaze listening to me?’

Seeing her silence, Blaze Fairchild’s dark eyes filled with suspicion. "Don’t tell me you were lying this morning when you said you liked my physique?"

"Hehe..." Luna Axton tried to laugh it off. Silence was her best strategy.

"When the time comes, you can just smile like that and agree to my request."

His words sounded anything but proper. If she really agreed, she would owe him big time.

After giving birth to Lucky and finishing her postpartum confinement, she figured she’d have to move into Lucky’s room permanently.

However, she never worried about things that hadn’t happened yet, so she just giggled and deflected, "We’ll see when the time comes. We’ll see."

Blaze Fairchild lowered his gaze, the smile at the corners of his lips deepening.

As they chatted, the water grew cool.

Blaze Fairchild dried the remaining water from her feet and thoughtfully put her slippers back on for her.

"Go lie down." With that, he picked up the basin and headed for the bathroom.

Luna Axton was just about to get into bed when Blaze Fairchild’s phone, which was on the sofa, started ringing.

Luna Axton glanced over. The caller ID read "Mrs. Kingston."

’Wyatt Kingston’s mom?’

"Luna, can you get that for me?"

Luna Axton hesitated. ’That’s his phone. Why should I answer it?’

She didn’t want to help.

"I’m using the toilet, I can’t get it," Blaze Fairchild’s voice came from the bathroom again.

Alright, then.

Luna Axton picked up the phone, cleared her throat, and then answered the call. "Hello."

On the other end of the line, Mrs. Kingston thought she had dialed the wrong number. "Why is this a young woman’s voice?"

She looked at her phone suspiciously. "This is Blaze’s number."

"Hello, I’m Blaze Fairchild’s..." She had never met Wyatt Kingston’s family, so she wasn’t sure how to introduce herself. Changing tack, she explained, "Mr. Fairchild can’t come to the phone right now, but he’ll call you back shortly."

After speaking, Luna Axton prepared to hang up.

Hearing this, Mrs. Kingston quickly stopped her. "Wait, you must be Blaze’s wife, aren’t you?"

Since the other woman had guessed, there was no need for her to hide it. "Yes."

"In that case, you should call me Mrs. Kingston! I’ve watched Blaze grow up since he was just a little boy. He’s always been so well-behaved and smart."

Her voice was so gentle; you could tell at once that she was a very cultured woman.

Luna Axton’s voice became less strained. "Okay, I will. Mrs. Kingston."

Hearing Luna’s clear, pleasant voice, Mrs. Kingston pictured a pair of bright, sparkling eyes, crinkled at the corners from a warm smile.

Delighted, her tone of voice became more excited.

"Oh, you’re such a sweet girl, too! When you and Blaze have time, you must come over and visit. I can make lots of delicious pastries!"

Luna Axton remembered the flower pastries Blaze had brought home. "Mrs. Kingston, I’ve tried the flower pastries you made. They were delicious."

Mrs. Kingston was so moved she was on the verge of tears.

The two men in her family were tired of her baking, so now that she’d found a fan, she wished she could send a fresh batch to the Fairchild Estate every single day.

"You must have finished them by now, right? I’ll make another batch tomorrow and have Blaze come pick them up."

Mrs. Kingston was so enthusiastic that Luna Axton felt a little overwhelmed.

She glanced at the closed bathroom door. ’Why isn’t Blaze coming out yet?’

"Mrs. Kingston, please don’t trouble yourself. I’m not really supposed to eat that many sweets right now."

"Oh, are you sick? Is it serious?" Mrs. Kingston was enjoying the conversation so much she had completely forgotten why she’d called Blaze in the first place.

"I’m not sick," Luna Axton said, biting her lip as she cast another pleading look at the closed bathroom door.

"Then what is it?"

Luna Axton thought of Wyatt Kingston’s somewhat thoughtless way of doing things and figured his mother must also be a straightforward person. She was only asking because she cared about Blaze’s life.

’Should I tell her that I’m pregnant?’