When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 80: Give Me a Kiss

Luna Axton shrank into the corner of the sofa. Blaze Fairchild’s hands landed on the backrest and armrest, trapping her.

In that tiny space, she had nowhere to escape.

They were so close she could even smell Blaze Fairchild’s unique scent.

It was a faint, warm scent, one that felt comforting. No botanical fragrance in the world could describe it.

It was his natural scent; everyone’s is unique, and Luna Axton was well aware of this.

Whenever Blaze Fairchild held her while they slept, he loved to bury his face in the crook of her neck and inhale deeply, never forgetting to murmur the heart-stopping, blush-inducing words, "You smell so good." But she could never smell any such fragrance on herself.

"Am I that embarrassing to be seen with?" Blaze Fairchild leaned even closer.

His features were sharp and well-defined, his deep-set eyes gazing quietly at her.

He wore a neutral expression, yet his gaze alone made her heart pound in a chaotic rhythm.

"I... I wanted to protect you."

Blaze Fairchild raised an eyebrow.

Afraid he would misunderstand, she added, "Your Evergrow Group."

Blaze’s gaze instinctively drifted down, settling on her glistening, cherry-pink lips. "Why?"

"If those people cause a scene at Evergrow Group, or if your competitors dig up dirt on you, the company’s stock price and partnerships would all be affected. That would cause massive losses, wouldn’t it?"

’If something happened to Evergrow Group, he’d have to get busy all over again, just when he finally had a chance to rest.’

’Every time we go for a prenatal check-up, his phone is always busy.’

’After dinner every day, he’s in the study working overtime.’

’Selfishly, she didn’t want Blaze Fairchild to be so busy; she wanted him to have more time to rest.’

To prove she was telling the truth, Luna Axton bravely met Blaze’s gaze, only to realize he was staring at her lips.

’What’s so interesting about lips?’

Luna felt a tingle on her lips under his intense gaze. She subconsciously licked them to soothe the sensation.

To a man like Blaze, who was already entertaining certain thoughts, her action was nothing short of a silent invitation.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He tore his dark, intense eyes away.

A few seconds later, Blaze Fairchild spoke.

"You’re surprisingly thoughtful. Grandpa gave you company shares, so you’ll need to accompany me to the banquets and receptions I can’t avoid from now on."

’Luna didn’t like schmoozing. Those events were just wine and dessert—so boring. She’d rather spend her time reading a book.’

"Doesn’t the company have PR staff like Yvonne Rhodes?"

Blaze frowned. ’It seems we’ll never get past this Yvonne Rhodes issue.’

"The CEO of Evergrow Group is a married man. It wouldn’t look right if he didn’t bring Mrs. Fairchild as his date, now would it?"

"You could just hide it and say you’re not married." Besides, the agreement never said she had to accompany Blaze to these functions.

"The marital status of the legal representative of a publicly traded company must be made public."

"Is that so?" Luna was doubtful.

’She didn’t know anything about the process of taking a company public, but wasn’t marital status a private matter? What did it have to do with a stock market listing?’

Blaze said with a perfectly straight face, "If you don’t believe me, you can ask your friend, Attorney Coleman."

His suggestion was enough to convince Luna. "Oh, that’s not necessary."

’Lindsey had been so busy lately, she usually couldn’t reply to messages until late at night. There was no need to bother her with something so trivial.’

The corner of Blaze’s mouth twitched. He changed the subject. "Did you tell Mom about having dinner with the Frost family tomorrow?"

"Oh no..." She had forgotten. "I’ll go tell Mom right now."

Luna started to get up, intending to head to Crimson Hall.

Blaze didn’t budge, clearly not intending to let her go.

"Mr. Fairchild, please let me through."

"Tomorrow, are you still going to call me that in front of Uncle Frost and the others?"

’What else would I call him?’ Luna wondered.

’Should she be like that married woman from Concordia Medical Hall, who called her husband "the baby’s daddy"?’

’Her relationship with Blaze hadn’t reached that point yet.’

Blaze saw the hesitation in her eyes as clear as day. If he left it up to her, she’d probably spend all afternoon and still not come up with a suitable way to address him.

He gently tapped the tip of her nose. "Just call me Blaze, like Grandpa and Mom do."

His gesture was far too intimate. Luna lowered her head. "Okay."

"Say it for me once. Let’s hear if you can say it right."

"Huh?" Luna was baffled. ’Is there a right or wrong way to say his name?’

Eager to go talk to her mother about the dinner plans, Luna obediently said, "Blaze."

Her voice was soft, and the slight upward inflection at the end of his name tugged at more than just the sound—it tugged at his heart.

The playful look vanished from Blaze’s face, and the dark eyes fixed on her grew a few shades deeper.

Luna couldn’t read his expression. ’Is he pleased or not?’

"Can I go now?"

"Kiss me," Blaze said.

Luna’s cheeks burned. She hesitated for a moment, but under Blaze’s intense gaze, she obediently leaned in.

Blaze was in a low crouch in front of the sofa. With his long legs, his proportions were perfect.

In that position, he was roughly at eye level with her as she sat on the sofa.

Just as Luna’s lips were about to touch his, her target suddenly shifted.

Blaze pulled back with a look of distaste. "You don’t have to look like you’re marching to your execution, alright?"

Whatever shyness she’d felt was instantly obliterated by his comment.

Without another moment of hesitation, Luna planted a quick, angry peck on his lips. "There. Are you satisfied?"

Blaze raised an eyebrow, all his earlier interest gone. "Barely a passing grade."

Seeing Luna let out a quiet sigh of relief, he added, "We’ll review your progress again tonight."

Blaze retracted his hands, and Luna scrambled away in her slippers.

Blaze stood up and sat on the sofa. He casually grabbed the throw pillow Luna had left behind and placed it over his lap, concealing a certain... stirring.

He called Kyle Joyce. "Release a statement announcing that I’m married."

’The CEO wants to announce his marital status?’

Kyle glanced at his phone in disbelief, just to confirm it was really the CEO calling.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, it dawned on him. This was the CEO’s way of indirectly confirming he was the Young Madam’s husband.

’In the Young Madam’s clarification post, the CEO didn’t even get a proper mention. On the censored photo of the marriage certificate, only his birth year was visible.’

’And she only showed his birth year to prove that the man she’d married wasn’t some geezer.’

’With an approach like that, who would ever guess that Luna Axton’s husband was Blaze Fairchild?’

’But if the CEO of Evergrow Group announces he’s married right after Luna Axton’s clarification, the media’s sharp instincts will guide netizens exactly where the CEO wants them to go.’

’To think that the great CEO of Evergrow Group would be reduced to fighting for his own title as husband.’

’Tsk, tsk. It’s true what they say—love makes equals of us all.’

Kyle’s voice was laced with a hint of pity. "Right away, sir. I’ll get the announcement out now. I guarantee by the end of the day, the whole country will know you’re a married man."

"Good." Blaze was pleased. "The secretarial department has performed well this year. You, especially. I’ll transfer a special bonus for your department from my personal account. You’ll receive it with your year-end bonuses."

As the head of the secretarial department, Kyle would naturally get the biggest cut.

Kyle pumped his fist in delight, exclaiming, "Thank you, sir!"

’What "performed well"? It was clearly because his plan to marry the Young Madam had been executed perfectly.’

When Luna Axton arrived at Crimson Hall, Mrs. Creed was also there.

Jenna Axton and Mrs. Creed were making taro balls.

She had casually mentioned wanting some taro balls with purple sweet potato that morning, and here her mother and Mrs. Creed were, already making them.

"Once the taro balls are done, we’ll add them to the stewed bird’s nest. The texture will be wonderful." Mrs. Creed’s hands never stopped rolling the little balls of dough, and her smile widened when she saw Luna arrive.

Luna was puzzled. "Mrs. Creed, why aren’t you making this at Lakeside Manor?"