When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 578: Can’t Figure It Out

"Melanie, is today not busy at the company? How come you have time to call me?" It’s a weekday, the old man’s tone is leisurely.

At the moment, he’s in the teahouse at the old house, having invited a few friends, gathered around the stove brewing tea.

While roasting chestnuts, he listens to his daughter complain—

"Adrian Lancaster is getting married tomorrow? How come he didn’t notify me in advance?"

"I haven’t received an invitation either." Grandpa replies, not at all surprised, "What’s the matter?"

"What?" Melanie Lancaster finds it unbelievable, "Even you don’t know?"

"When it’s time to know, you’ll naturally be informed. Young people have their own ideas; maybe he wants to surprise Faye? Accidentally leaked out, so what? You’re far away in the Netherlands, but still keeping track of news here?"

The old man thinks, this matter surely won’t become international news unless someone pays special attention to the happenings here.

Sensing the old man’s meaning, Melanie Lancaster quickly regains her composure. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

With a smile on her lips and a light tone, she says, "Home is in Argent, heart is in Argent; this is human nature, right?"

"Indeed." Grandpa uses tongs to flip chestnuts that have opened up, softly asking, "How have you been lately? Is the company running smoothly?"

This company is the smallest of Prestige’s enterprises.

The old man personally sent her abroad, probably hoping to keep her away from Adrian Lancaster.

Of course, the father didn’t explicitly say so; it’s all her speculation, which she’s quite dissatisfied with!

"Daddy, when can I go back to work?" she asks directly.

"What’s wrong? Not quite adjusted yet?"

The old man implies there’s currently no such plan; does he intend to let her grow old in the Netherlands??

Melanie Lancaster understands her father, so regarding this question, she does not answer.

The father and daughter continue to chat briefly...

Argent.

After getting up, Kylie Fletcher drives to town.

Due to recent snowfall, the car moves slowly; safety first.

A one-hour drive took her two hours, but she doesn’t feel tired at all.

She gives Dustin Shepherd a large flower basket and carries down quite a few books, all classics from both home and abroad.

Including ’Peony Pavilion,’ ’The West Chamber,’ ’Madman’s Diary,’ ’The Goddess,’ ’Midnight’...

She also lists a catalog, someone helps to move over a hundred books from the car, and she personally organizes them according to the catalog.

Byron Moss is very busy today. After greeting her, parents start arriving to sign up students and consult with him.

He warmly introduces and responds.

Kylie Fletcher is quietly sorting the bookshelf in the corner, not speaking, but desperate to hear every word anyone is saying to Byron Moss nearby.

Because of love, because of deep affection, she has a strong desire to eavesdrop.

"Mr. Moss, it’s truly a blessing that you opened a calligraphy class in our town!" A slightly chubby young mother walks in holding her child’s hand.

Seeing Byron Moss, she’s full of admiration and smiles—

"I’ll entrust my Xinxin to you; you can charge a bit more! We want your class to continue, not operate at a loss! The tuition is really too cheap!"

Byron Moss feels very touched hearing such words.

But he insists on his principles, "It’s not about the money. Entrusting your child to me is an act of trust; I’m very moved, and please rest assured, I will teach to the best of my ability."

Kylie Fletcher, organizing the bookshelf, glances over to see this mother gazing at Byron Moss with eyes full of pink bubbles.

Her face droops, retracting her gaze, her expression darkening.

At this moment, a fashionable girl in high heels with curled hair walks in, holding two children, appearing to be in grades three or four.

"Mr. Moss!" Her red lips stand out, and her voice is very soft and charming.

Hearing this, Kylie Fletcher suddenly turns her gaze!