When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 83: She Is Excellent in Her Own Right

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: She Is Excellent in Her Own Right

’Am I trying to understand Blaze Fairchild? Or am I just curious?’

Luna Axton didn’t know, so she found Blaze Fairchild’s question hard to answer. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She opted for silence, looking down and fidgeting with her fingers, not daring to meet his gaze.

Blaze Fairchild ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

’Alright, so the girl hasn’t figured it out yet.’

’After all, she’s a student completely devoted to medicine, with no mind for relationships.’

’But then why could she smile so happily for Ethan Frost?’

’Is it because they’re in the same profession and have more in common to talk about?’

’In that case, I need to find some time to spend with Luna, to talk to her more.’

’The Lunar New Year holiday is a great opportunity. I need to plan this carefully.’

Blaze Fairchild didn’t press her or say anything more, so Luna Axton continued watching the videos.

The boba tea shop where she used to work part-time had officially released the original security footage with audio, revealing the truth of the moment the tea was thrown at her.

Some entertainment media outlets even took her pixelated marriage certificate and compared it with Blaze Fairchild’s public information, speculating that he was her husband.

She muttered to herself, "How are these reporters so clever when they put their minds to it?"

What surprised her even more was that students from Valoria Medical College had compiled clips of her from various school ceremonies.

A flood of videos appeared online, all cheering for her.

Whether it was clips of her accepting the top national scholarship or giving speeches as a student representative for the clinical medicine department, these videos all served one purpose.

To prove just how outstanding of a woman Luna Axton was.

The accompanying captions were even more of an eye-opener for Luna Axton.

She knew she was a good student, but she never realized so many people had been paying attention, let alone that she was considered a source of inspiration.

[A person who was already far more outstanding than her peers in her student days only needs time. She’s just 22. Her future will be one that others can only dream of reaching.]

[Because her mother is ill, she has to struggle to balance her studies and part-time jobs. Those who have it easy shouldn’t mock someone for working hard.]

[She’s brilliant in her own right; she doesn’t need to depend on anyone to get by.]

[Her mother has been bedridden with a long-term illness, and she herself is pregnant. She didn’t choose to terminate the pregnancy. She gritted her teeth and is silently forging her own path, unwavering. She gives me the strength I need to live.]

Luna Axton closed her phone, feeling a cool sensation on her cheeks.

Reaching up to wipe it away, she realized it was tears.

She thought she could face everything calmly, but in the end, she had overestimated her own ability to remain unaffected.

Public opinion of her had completely flipped.

From a public pariah to a role model and a source of inspiration.

It all felt so surreal and sudden. Luna Axton couldn’t believe Blaze Fairchild hadn’t had a hand in it.

"Blaze, thank you." The words of gratitude tumbled out, straight from her heart.

And calling him Blaze seemed to come much more naturally now.

Blaze Fairchild rested his chin in his hand, looking at her. "That’s it? Just two words?"

’The way things had turned out, it might have seemed like Blaze Fairchild hadn’t done anything.’

’But without his support from the start and his guidance along the way, the outcome might have been very different.’

’Throughout this whole affair, Blaze Fairchild had been the one backing her up.’

’She wouldn’t make the mistake of thinking Blaze Fairchild was actually interested in her.’

’Ever since she’d worked as his designated driver, their relationship had been purely transactional, each getting what they needed.’

’He was helping her, she reasoned, partly because he didn’t want her emotional distress to affect Lucky.’

’And partly because she was, after all, a member of the Fairchild family. Any mud slung at her would splash onto them as well.’

’In truth, Luna Axton knew what Blaze Fairchild wanted. Sleeping in the same bed every night, she had become all too familiar with his body’s reactions.’

Even though the doctor had said it was safe to be intimate during the second trimester, and they had tried it once—the experience hadn’t been bad.

But she was pregnant, and she didn’t dare risk it.

Luna Axton couldn’t think of any way to repay him. Remembering what he’d said earlier out of frustration,

she said, "Next time you’re angry, just tell me. I’ll apologize right away so I don’t upset you."

Blaze Fairchild chuckled, feeling a fond sense of helplessness. Her simple, adorable words struck a chord with him.

He ruffled her hair. His dark eyes, glinting with hope in the light, met hers as he murmured,

"Let your hair grow out. It’s beautiful."

"Oh, okay." That wasn’t a difficult request.

Growing up, she had always kept her hair at about chest length.

Once, while working a part-time job at a stall in front of a supermarket, a woman who bought hair for a living took an interest in hers.

She sold her straight, glossy black hair for two thousand yuan.

She often didn’t have time to wash it, so she would frequently go around with greasy hair.

Since she could make money from it, she’d been happy to have it cut.

Since then, she had kept it short. Whenever it grew out, she’d grab a pair of scissors and trim it herself in the mirror, treating it as practice for the skin preparation required before clinical surgery.

Now that Blaze Fairchild had mentioned it, if she was going to grow it long, she’d need to find a proper hairstylist to shape it.

"Go to sleep. It’s late."

"Mhm." Luna Axton pulled up the covers and, out of habit, lay down facing Blaze Fairchild.

Blaze Fairchild picked up the book from the nightstand and began to read a bedtime story.

In the room, one lay while the other sat.

The warm, orange glow of the lamp in the winter night seemed to point toward a future of happiness.

Blaze Fairchild’s voice was flat as he read, completely devoid of inflection.

’This is just how Blaze Fairchild usually talks,’ Luna Axton thought. ’He doesn’t need to be all dramatic and expressive.’

’He’s reading to Lucky, anyway, so it’s fine if I close my eyes and let my mind wander.’

In just one day, all the slander that had been thrown at her, all the injustices she’d endured during her part-time jobs...

...it all seemed to feel so much lighter because of those words of encouragement and validation.

’It wasn’t that she was unfeeling, but that time moved too quickly, leaving her no spare moment to dwell on her own emotions.’

’Regardless of how much Blaze Fairchild had invested in this "Clear Luna Axton’s Name" campaign, she was deeply grateful.’

Through the videos posted by her classmates at Valoria Medical College,

she saw her former self—her hardworking, persistent self.

’Along this journey, she really ought to thank that girl named Luna Axton, too.’

’From age nineteen to twenty-two, you did an amazing job.’

’Stay true to yourself, and keep moving forward.’

"Luna." Before she knew it, Blaze Fairchild had finished the story.

Luna Axton’s eyes were already closed, and it suddenly felt awkward to open them.

’I’ll just pretend to be asleep, then.’

RUSTLE, RUSTLE. It was the sound of Blaze Fairchild setting down the book and turning off the lamp.

Blaze Fairchild settled under the covers, moving closer to her.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then gently took her hand from the pillow and held it in his. He made no other move.

’Luna Axton never knew Blaze Fairchild kissed her forehead and held her hand before bed.’

’The level of intimacy Blaze Fairchild showed her seemed to go beyond the spousal duties outlined in their contract.’

’Why was he treating her this way?’

’Was the poison flaring up again?’

’Blaze Fairchild refused to take the herbal medicine to counteract the poison. Did he really need her to... help him?’

Luna Axton focused on the warmth of his palm. It was indeed a little hot, and slightly damp with sweat.

’The poison must be flaring up again.’

"Bla... Blaze," Luna Axton began, her voice filled with apprehension.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she thought about what she was about to say.

"Besides letting my hair grow long, if you... need it..." Luna Axton pressed her lips together. "I’m willing."

The air was silent for a few seconds before she added, "But you have to be careful. Be gentle."

Blaze Fairchild didn’t answer for a long time, nor did he move.

It was so long she began to think he had fallen asleep.

"Luna Axton."

Blaze Fairchild’s serious voice suddenly cut through the silence of the room.

He had used her full name. Luna Axton’s heart clenched for some reason.

"Yes?"

"We have a long life ahead of us, not just these next few months." He could wait. He had all the patience in the world.

Luna Axton’s cheeks burned, growing hotter and hotter.

’He said it in a way that made it sound like she was the one who was desperate.’

"Okay."

"Of course, if you need me, I’d be more than happy to oblige."

Luna Axton could clearly hear the laughter lacing his otherwise normal tone.

She muttered, "I don’t need you to."

Luna Axton rolled over, turning her back to him.

The next morning, as soon as Luna Axton went downstairs, she heard Mrs. Creed say,

"Grant went to Crimson Hall this morning and found Mrs. Axton running a fever."