When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 4: A Flash Marriage to Mr. Fairchild

Chapter 4: A Flash Marriage to Mr. Fairchild Editor: Henyee Translations

She had to go to the hospital at noon to be with her mother, had a part-time job in the afternoon, and an elective lab class to attend in the evening. She needed to get the details first.

As Kyle Joyce watched her mentally planning, her expression was uncannily similar to his boss’s when he reviewed his schedule.

"First, you’re to go with Mr. Fairchild to see Old Master Fairchild, his grandfather. Second, you’re to move into the Fairchild Estate and live with him."

Live together? Luna Axton couldn’t accept that. But then again, married people were supposed to live together. And she was pregnant. It’s not like the man would do anything beastly, right?

Besides, she was busy every day with classes, her part-time job, and taking care of her mother. She’d only be going back there to sleep, so they’d barely see each other. It shouldn’t be a problem.

"Is your car nearby? I can load my luggage now."

Kyle Joyce’s eyes widened. "There’s no need to be in such a hurry." She’s a little too eager, isn’t she?

Luna Axton knew Kyle Joyce had misunderstood. "I have to go to the hospital at noon to be with my mom, I have a part-time job in the afternoon, and I still have a class tonight. This is the only time I have to move."

"Understood," Kyle Joyce blurted out. Only after speaking did Kyle Joyce realize he wasn’t talking to his boss.

Luna Axton didn’t have much luggage; it all fit into a single suitcase. Considering she was pregnant, Kyle Joyce took the initiative to carry it to the trunk for her.

The old landlady wasn’t home. Luna Axton gritted her teeth and added a little extra money, rounding up the amount. She tucked the week’s rent and the key together into the small hole in the doorframe where the landlady usually hid the spare key.

She would come back and explain everything to the landlady in person when she had the time.

In the car, Luna Axton rested her hand on her abdomen.

Little baby, please stay. I’m your mommy. From now on, you’ll be my treasure. Don’t listen to what I said before. I’m really looking forward to you coming.

In the hall of the Civil Registry Office, people waiting to get married and people waiting to get divorced were all waiting for their numbers to be called.

Kyle Joyce led Luna Axton directly into the director’s office. He exchanged a few words with the person inside and then left.

The director, smiling warmly, handed her the forms and a sample, telling her to fill in her personal information accordingly.

At eleven o’clock sharp, Kyle Joyce entered with a man.

Luna Axton recognized him. The biological father of the child in her womb.

In stark contrast to his disheveled state that night, he looked invigorated today. His suit was crisp, and he exuded an overwhelming aura of nobility.

The moment the man appeared, the director and another employee shot to their feet. They folded their hands respectfully in front of them and called out, "Mr. Fairchild."

The scene couldn’t help but remind Luna Axton of her time as a waitress, greeting esteemed guests at the door.

The customer is always right. Even the director has to greet him so reverently. This man’s social status must be quite high.

The man’s features were sharp and well-defined. A prominent brow bone made his eyes look deep-set, and his jawline was sharp, giving him a cold and imposing air of authority.

When his gaze fell on Luna Axton, her breath caught. She subconsciously lowered her eyes, staring at the cracks between the floor tiles.

When the director told them to take the photo, she sat down next to the man for the picture. When the director pointed to the spot for her to leave a thumbprint, she pressed her thumb onto the ink pad and then onto the document.

You could hear a pin drop in the director’s office.

With such a powerfully imposing man sitting beside her, Luna Axton kept her head down, picking at a small blister on her thumb.

When the red marriage certificate appeared in her peripheral vision, she picked up the copy in front of her without a second glance and stuffed it directly into her canvas shoulder bag.

To her, this wasn’t a marriage; it was the guarantee that her mother would live. She had to keep it safe.

The chair beside her scraped against the floor, making a noise. The man had already risen, and Luna Axton immediately followed him. His strides were long. She wasn’t short by any means, but she still had to jog to keep up with him.

The man was already in the car, and Kyle Joyce was holding the door open for her. She stood before the open door, showing no intention of getting in.

"Mr. Fairchild, I need to go to the hospital now to be with my mother. I will come to the Fairchild Estate later to see Old Master Fairchild. Kyle will bring my luggage."

"You’re coming with me. Now." The man’s tone was forceful, leaving no room for negotiation.

Luna Axton remained standing, a silent act of defiance.

Kyle Joyce frantically signaled with his eyes, urging her to get in the car.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the man’s deep voice sounded. "You signed the agreement, didn’t you? I don’t like making threats."

The meaning was clear: if she didn’t obey, he would exploit her weakness.

Luna Axton gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and got into the car. She stared stubbornly out the window at the receding streetscape.

"Quit all of your part-time jobs. My child must be born healthy and whole. I will cover all of your mother’s medical expenses. Kyle has already arranged for her to be moved to a private VIP ward."

"Okay." Luna Axton knew he was right.

She was pregnant. She had to accept that. If she wanted to keep the baby, she had to take proper care of herself during the pregnancy.

Although the man is incredibly intimidating and speaks with an authority that can’t be ignored, the fact that he immediately arranged for my mom to be moved to a better room shows he’s a man of action.

As long as she does what he says and doesn’t cross him, it shouldn’t be too hard to get along.

Silence fell inside the car again. The Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through a bustling district, skyscrapers lining both sides of the road.

Blaze Fairchild noted her subtle movements. No matter who sent her, keeping her by my side is the safest option.

When the car came to a stop, Luna Axton saw a pair of large gates slowly swing open. This wasn’t the residence she had driven him to before.

Luna Axton watched as Kyle handed her suitcase to a maid, instructing, "Take this to Lakeside Manor."

By the time she snapped out of her daze, the man was already a good ten meters ahead of her.

This is when long legs are a curse, Luna Axton thought. He has absolutely no regard for someone with a shorter stride.

It wasn’t that she was particularly short; she just didn’t have legs as long as his.

It was a complex of Chinese-style garden architecture, where the scenery changed with every step. There were green pines and white stones, pavilions by flowing water, and a pond full of red and white fish that looked exceptionally plump.

Luna Axton had no time to admire any of it. She was afraid that if she paused for even a second, the man would pass through the moon gate ahead and vanish from sight.

Seeing the man stride into Pinehurst Estate ahead, Luna Axton hurried to follow.

The elegant living room was filled with a tranquil beauty. An old man sat there alone.

"Grandpa." The man’s voice was much softer than before.

Luna Axton stood still behind him. Unsure of what to do, she decided to do nothing at all.

"Hmph." Julian Fairchild snorted, refusing to look directly at Blaze Fairchild. "I thought you were planning to live in your office for the next couple of weeks."

Blaze Fairchild walked straight to the sofa and sat down.

With the person shielding her now gone, Luna Axton was suddenly exposed to view. She was at a complete loss. She stood with her head bowed, her hands tightening on the seams of her pants. The air was still, and her heart pounded like a drum.

"And who might this be?" Julian Fairchild asked, his voice kind when he noticed her timidness. "Sit down, little one. Don’t just stand there."

Julian Fairchild noticed that the young lady had short hair and was of average height. She looks very young. She can’t be an adult yet, can she?

Luna Axton pressed her lips together and glanced at the man. He was lifting a teacup to his lips, not looking her way at all.

To Julian Fairchild, that glance looked like one of fear.

"In this house, Grandpa Fairchild calls the shots." Julian Fairchild pointed to the sofa opposite Blaze Fairchild. "Don’t be afraid, young lady. Sit here."

Only then did Luna Axton move, perching on the edge of the sofa. Bracing herself, she greeted him, "Hello, Grandpa Fairchild."

"Speak up, you brat." His tone was harsh, a stark contrast to the kind and gentle way he had spoken to Luna Axton.

"She’s the granddaughter-in-law you’ve always wanted, and she comes with a great-grandchild," Blaze Fairchild said, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Hearing this, Julian Fairchild’s eyes went wide. He stared at Luna Axton in shock, then slapped Blaze Fairchild on the leg. "She’s just a child! What nonsense are you spouting!"