The next day, Luna Axton had a morning class, so she woke up early.
Thanks to Blaze Fairchild’s attentive care the night before, her body was completely relaxed, and she slept soundly until she woke up naturally.
Now, she was enjoying a delicious breakfast handmade by Mrs. Creed.
The familiar sights, scents, and flavors made her mood as bright and radiant as the morning sun.
"Mrs. Creed, have soone install a grab bar in the second-floor shower."
Blaze had considered wrapping the bar with non-slip silicone but decided against it, thinking it would easily trap dirt.
’A small towel will work just as well,’ he thought.
Hearing this, Mrs. Creed shot her master and mistress an incredulous, worried look.
The Young Madam was blissfully eating her breakfast, and the Young Master’s expression was as composed as ever.
’Is their calmness just an act?’
’The Young Madam is pregnant. Isn’t the Young Master being a bit too... vigorous?’
’He needs to abstain in the later stages of pregnancy. Does the Young Master even know that?’
’Forget it. I won’t say anything, lest the Young Master glare daggers at . I’ll just have Dr. Miller give the young couple a reminder.’
Out loud, she simply replied, "Of course. I’ll arrange for soone to co install it later."
How could Luna possibly know what Mrs. Creed was thinking?
All she knew was that once the grab bar was installed, she wouldn’t have to keep switching hands to brace herself against the cold wall.
"Is your class this morning three hours long?" Blaze asked, staring at Luna’s schedule on his tablet.
"Mhm, it’s a long lecture, but there are two breaks in between."
Blaze was taking her to school today. He had said he would take over Caleb’s duties and personally look after her.
Blaze didn’t understand why they had such long lectures. It had to be tiring for the professor and the students alike.
’School is so tough for Luna,’ he thought.
"Mrs. Creed, please prepare so fruit and so of your small pastries."
"Yes, Young Master."
After breakfast, Luna had to leave, or she would be late for her morning class.
"Aren’t you going to change?" Luna asked, looking at Blaze.
He was dressed in casual clothes today, right down to a pair of simple black sneakers.
Compared to the formal, severe look of his tailored suits, he looked handso and cheerful in casual wear.
But even in an ordinary casual outfit, the air of sophistication about him wasn’t diminished in the slightest.
Dressed like this, who on campus would ever guess he was the president of the Evergrow Group?
Blaze examined himself in the full-length mirror and said casually, "This is fine. It’s comfortable."
Looking at his reflection, an idea struck him. He asked Luna, "If I blended in with your classmates, do you think the professor would notice?"
Luna said, "No."
Twenty-eight wasn’t that old, and besides, he had a small face. With his neat, short hair covering his forehead, the lines of his face seed much softer.
"As long as you don’t talk and don’t give people that icy stare of yours, you’d look just like the guys in my class."
Hearing this, Blaze’s brow furrowed. "You’ve been paying attention to the guys in your class?"
Luna replied, "We have classes together almost every day, so I notice them a little. Plus, I have a photographic mory. As long as I know a na and a face, I can rember them."
She was a senior now and was eligible to sign up for the school’s skills competition.
If she wanted to be selected by a good hospital for her internship, she had to participate in the competition and work hard with her teammates to get a good rank.
When professors called on students to answer questions in class, she would take the opportunity to observe their performance.
"Are there any handso guys in your class?"
As Blaze said this, his movents slowed as he helped her put on her shoes.
Luna didn’t have ti to waste thinking about who was handso, so she gave him a perfunctory answer, "I haven’t noticed."
"You said you pay attention to them, but you don’t look at their faces? How do you recognize them?" Blaze was not satisfied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Luna noticed his strange mood, her perceptive, watery eyes narrowing slightly.
She smiled, her lips curling. "I thought about it, and none of them are as good-looking as you. And none of them are as handso and rich as you."
Blaze stopped tying her shoelaces and looked up, his face displeased. "You even know whether they have money or not?"
"Because I know you’re the richest man in Valoria. Who could possibly be richer than you!" Luna said quickly, then urged him, "If you don’t hurry up, I’m not letting you take ."
Blaze glanced at his watch. They really did need to hurry.
Luna was a model student, and her own mother was a teacher. An act as disrespectful to oneself and the lecturer as being late was sothing Luna would never do.
He sped up, tying the shoelaces in two seconds.
As they left, his steps were incredibly light. Accompanying Luna to school really was the happiest thing in the world.
’For the first ti, I feel like being rich is sothing worth bragging about.’
’Handso and loaded...’
’Wait, why does Luna only see these superficial things? Hasn’t she noticed my rarer, more valuable qualities?’
With both hands on the wheel, Blaze drove Luna’s dedicated Cullinan smoothly.
He stopped at a red light and asked Luna, as if making small talk, "At school, are there any young people you particularly admire?"
Luna was previewing her textbook and answered without looking up, "I used to, but not anymore."
"Why?"
"My cousin, Ethan Frost. I had no idea Assistant Frost and Ethan Frost were the sa person back then."
"Hmph!" Blaze snorted in displeasure.
’So, before Luna knew Ethan Frost was her cousin, she really did have a crush on him!’
’What’s so great about Ethan Frost?’
’He acts all sanctimonious, but once he’s out of his work clothes, he’s just a little punk who loves to party.’
’What’s so great about Ethan Frost!’
Luna didn’t understand. She looked up to see his jawline clenched tight and the knuckles of his hand gripping the steering wheel turning white.
’He’s mad again?!’
’He gets mad when I answer his questions, and he gets mad when I don’t.’
’Why is Blaze being so unpredictable today?’
The car started moving again. Luna saw him staring straight ahead, his head rigid. He probably had nothing more to say.
So she lowered her head and went back to her book.
Once they were on campus, Blaze carried her school bag and walked beside her.
Everyone was in a rush for their 8 AM class, but that didn’t stop so students from appreciating a beautiful sight.
For instance, one student hurried to catch up, walked beside them for a few steps, stared at Blaze for a few seconds, and said, "Miss Axton, your bodyguard is hot," before scurrying away without giving her a chance to explain.
Another ti, a student on a bike turned their head to look at Blaze, lost control, and crashed into the rear wheel of the bike in front, causing both to topple over and instantly creating a traffic jam.
Blaze didn’t say a single word to Luna all the way to her classroom door.
Luna didn’t get it, but she didn’t want Blaze wandering around campus with that sour look on his face.
If he did, the whole school would know that Miss Axton’s new bodyguard was cold and aloof, not that Miss Axton’s husband was handso.
Seeing there was still ti, she stood in front of Blaze and asked, "You’ve been asking so many questions today. What is it you really want to know?"
Blaze scoffed and handed her the bag. "Nothing. Go on to class."
Luna’s delicate brows knitted together. ’Why is he throwing a little tantrum?’
She coaxed him patiently, "This is your only chance. After class, I might forget you were mad."
The morning light made Luna’s fair, clear face seem even paler, and a mischievous glint sparkled in her watery eyes.
"If you can’t rember, I’ll just keep making this face at you, Young Madam!" After saying this, Blaze shot her a sidelong glance, his stern facade finally cracking.
How could he possibly stay angry looking at a face as pure and lovely as a callia blossom?
Seeing him smile, Luna knew he wasn’t angry anymore. "I’m going to class."
Blaze raised an eyebrow slightly. "Mm."
They had arrived late, so there weren’t many empty seats left in the classroom.
Luna was about to head toward the back when a classmate suddenly called out, "Luna Axton, there’s an empty seat over here!"
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