Blaze Fairchild’s car pulled up in front of them.
"You’re back."
"Ian."
Blaze Fairchild’s indifferent gaze fell upon Ethan Frost. "How did it go today?"
"Overall, there’s improvent. It’s just that the redies, while nourishing the body, are also agitating the poison. I’ll go back and discuss this with my father and grandfather. The dicine will be delivered tomorrow."
"Alright. Take care."
Anyone with eyes could sense Blaze Fairchild’s coldness.
The two of them didn’t leave until they watched Ethan Frost’s car drive out of Fairchild Estate.
"Mr. Fairchild, why are you back so early?"
Blaze ignored her, striding ahead so quickly it was as if his feet were on fire.
"Mr. Fairchild, did sothing happen to upset you?"
Luna trailed behind him, chattering on.
"Do you want a small cake? Mrs. Creed and I made them this afternoon. Eating sweets can brighten your mood, you know."
Blaze said coldly, "Eating too many sweets makes you fat and leads to diabetes."
Luna still wanted him to try one, especially since everyone had said they were delicious. "It’s fine to have just a little. Chinese dical texts say that too much is as bad as not enough—moderation is key."
Blaze, walking ahead of her, suddenly spun around and stopped right in front of her, radiating anger.
He glared down at her. "Luna Axton, did a Chinese dical text say that, or did Ethan Frost?"
Intimidated by his aura, Luna clutched the pocket of her overcoat and mumbled, "The dical text said so."
"You’re not allowed to eat sweets, either."
’Sweet things are so delicious, why can’t I eat them?’
"You... You’re being unreasonable."
"I am reason itself."
The two returned to Lakeside Manor in a huff, bumping into each other on their way up the stairs.
Mrs. Creed’s heart clenched at the sight. "Young Master, you should be a little more accommodating of the Young Madam."
’How did those two start fighting?’
Hmm?
’The Young Master is actually getting angry.’
’What a rare sight!’
’I’ll have to tell Mrs. Axton later. The young couple is bickering. This is a good thing.’
During dinner, Julian Fairchild also noticed the tension between the young couple.
’They’d only been getting along for a few days since New Year’s Day. How did they start quarreling already?’
’A young couple quarreling... How amusing!’
Julian Fairchild saw that Jenna Axton was also stifling a laugh, so he cleared his throat a couple of tis to hide the smile he could barely suppress.
’Now Blaze finally seems like a living, breathing person.’
’Without joy, anger, sorrow, or delight, there’s not much difference between being alive and being dead.’
’Luna is good for him. Letting her stir up this boy’s emotions a little will make life more flavorful.’
Everyone in Fairchild Estate saw what was happening with the young couple and found it both novel and amusing.
That night, Blaze wanted to read a bedti story to Lucky.
Luna covered her ears. "I don’t want to listen."
"I’m reading to *my* Lucky. It’s fine if you don’t listen."
Blaze reached for the hem of Luna’s shirt, but she slapped his hand away with a SMACK.
"Pervert."
"I have to get closer to read it, otherwise Lucky won’t be able to hear."
Luna hugged her belly. "I don’t want Lucky to listen, either. You’ve been off ever since you ca back this afternoon. You shouldn’t try to put the baby to sleep when you’re in a mood."
Blaze set the bedti storybook aside and flopped back onto the bed. His voice was sullen. "Who said you could smile at another man while carrying my child!"
"There are plenty of male servants in the house. Am I supposed to cry every ti I see one?"
Blaze realized it was impossible to get Luna to reflect on her own actions. The concept of romantic feelings between a man and a woman simply didn’t register with her.
"I’m talking about Ethan Frost. I’m angry because of Ethan Frost."
Luna mulled it over for a mont but still couldn’t see what there was to be angry about. "You’re being ridiculous."
With that, she lifted the covers and prepared to go to sleep.
Blaze stared at the back of her head, growing angrier the more he thought about it.
’If he couldn’t sleep, then she wasn’t going to sleep either.’
He snatched away his own blanket, slid under Luna’s, and rested his chin on her shoulder to sleep.
Luna couldn’t understand what he was so angry about.
’He was the one who’d invited Assistant Frost to treat Mom, and now he was getting angry at the guy.’
’What sense did that make?’
’Assistant Frost...’
Luna recalled sothing Ethan Frost had said that day.
’Blaze’s condition on that one night wasn’t normal, either.’
"Mr. Fairchild..."
"The man lying behind you is not Mr. Fairchild."
Luna said with disdain, "Childish."
"If you know I’m being childish, then you should know to humor a little!"
Once love is perceived, the flow of emotions becos utterly uncontrollable.
And Blaze, for his part, was enjoying it imnsely.
"Huh?!" Luna was taken aback.
’For soone as cold as Blaze to say sothing so childish...’
"How do I humor you?"
"You don’t even know how to humor soone?"
Luna shook her head. "I don’t."
"First, you need to set apart from others. For example... with what you call ."
Luna was stumped. She furrowed her brow, pondering carefully.
’Calling him Blaze Fairchild or Blaze would be too informal, with no sense of propriety.’
’Calling him Hubby... Better not.’
’How did the married couples she knew address each other?’
’Ms. Brooks and Mr. Coleman addressed each other by their spouse’s surna followed by the word "Teacher."’
’So also used "the kid’s dad" or "the kid’s mom."’
’Or they’d just copy their children and call each other Daddy and Mommy.’
’None of those options seed appropriate for Blaze.’
Before she could co to a conclusion, Blaze suddenly spoke. "Is your nickna ’Baby’? I heard your mother call you that."
"I don’t have a nickna. My mom has always called that. I’m her treasure. She said that when she was pregnant with , it felt like she was carrying a precious treasure."
’He couldn’t possibly want...’
Luna recoiled at the thought. There was no way she could call the broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and imposing Blaze "Treasure."
"How about I call you Ian, then?" she suggested. "That’s what Yvonne Rhodes calls you. It’s not too distant, but not overly intimate, either."
"I don’t want that," Blaze refused, deliberately speaking right next to her ear.
His hot breath tickled her ear, and Luna instinctively flinched away.
Blaze said, "You have to call Hubby."
"Oh... Hubby~"
The mont the word left her lips, she suddenly felt a warm, soft sensation behind her ear.
Luna jolted, her heart hamring erratically against the pillow.
"Be this obedient from now on," Blaze’s voice was deep and husky, clearly tinged with desire. "Understand?"
His kisses lingered on her neck and shoulder.
Every ti his lips touched her skin, it felt like a jolt of electricity shot through her.
Overwheld by the strange and unfamiliar sensation, Luna involuntarily curled her toes.
Ever since their lips had accidentally brushed while shopping on New Year’s Day, Blaze had beco particularly fond of kissing her. They weren’t deep, passionate kisses, but rather soft pecks on her lips, forehead, or the tip of her nose.
He kissed her with an unnad affection and longing, much like how she used to dote on Lindsey’s Ragdoll cat.
Suddenly, Luna thought of her mother’s illness and Yvonne Rhodes’s unfinished sentence.
’Could it be that Blaze’s intimate and affectionate actions were also because of the drug?’
She asked the question she had left unfinished earlier. "That night... did his aunt drug you?"
Blaze stopped all movent. With his chest pressed against her back, he pulled her into his embrace.
"Yes. I didn’t know it was your first ti back then. Otherwise, I would have been gentler."
Luna’s heart pounded in panic.
’That’s not the point! The point is that Blaze was drugged, too.’
’Assistant Frost said this kind of poison could only be neutralized through a long-term intimate marital life.’
’Otherwise, it would accumulate in the body over ti and lead to liver disease, just like her mother.’
She grabbed Blaze’s hand to check his pulse.
"What’s wrong?"
Luna ignored him, concentrating on the throbbing beneath her fingertips.
The pulse was palpable with just a light touch—rapid and sharp, like a boat on a rushing river.
’Just as I thought. A single encounter only mitigates the drug’s effects. This poison requires a long-term intimate relationship to be fully neutralized.’
"There are residual toxins in your system. It’s just that you’re in your pri and your constitution isn’t weak."
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