When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 219: Unable to Reach Him, Faye Turner Is Very Worrie

On the way, her mind was flooded with scenes from the past spent with President Lancaster.

Warm, yet bittersweet.

Such monts will never happen again...

An hour later, Ivy Jennings drove to the suburbs and stopped on the grass by a lakeside.

She still had so sense left, turning her gaze lovingly toward him, watching him for a long ti, her heart softened.

Then, she turned up the heat in the car but didn’t cover him with a blanket, fearing it might wake him.

Ivy Jennings just stayed with him like that. She felt very fulfilled, though there was a hint of fear in her heart.

However, with this hard-to-co-by chance, she was not willing to give it up...

During these days, she really missed him very much.

Ivy Jennings loves him, even if she could spend just one more second with him, she would feel content.

Three o’clock in the morning.

Faye Turner quietly lifted the blanket and got out of bed. Having been unable to sleep, she wore her pajamas and switched on the main light in the bedroom, her hair ssy as she picked up her phone and found his number.

After hesitating for a long ti, she decided to call and ask.

When Faye Turner dialed his number, the phone said — Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off, please try again later.

Upon hearing this, Faye Turner’s heart skipped a beat; could sothing have happened?

In the company, there shouldn’t be a place where he couldn’t charge the phone.

Worried, Faye Turner set the phone down and lay back on her side in bed, yet she couldn’t fall asleep, further losing any desire to sleep.

So, after hesitating again, she dialed Dustin Shepherd’s number.

"Hello." Dustin Shepherd was a bit surprised, his voice extrely gentle, thinking she might have dialed the wrong number.

"Dustin Shepherd." She inquired softly, "Are you at the company?"

"No, I’m not there." The other party was obviously taken aback; at this hour, how could he be at the company, "What’s up? Why are you asking?"

"Is Adrian Lancaster at the company? I couldn’t reach his phone. He went out after washing and said there’s a temporary issue at the company he needs to deal with, and now he’s been gone for five or six hours." Faye Turner told him, "I’m a bit worried about him."

Dustin Shepherd was puzzled, "There shouldn’t be any ergencies, recently... everything has been going smoothly."

Thus, this made Faye Turner even more worried.

"Don’t worry, I’ll call the company to ask for you." Dustin Shepherd was very patient.

"By the way, I have the receptionist’s landline." Faye Turner seed to rember suddenly, the day Vincent Turner went to the company to ask her for money, it was the receptionist who called her, and she saved the number then.

"Sorry, Dustin Shepherd, for disturbing you so late." She felt quite apologetic.

"It’s no problem." Dustin Shepherd was honored to be thought of by her, to be disturbed, "If you have anything, feel free to reach out to anyti. My phone is on 24 hours."

"Okay."

After the call ended, Faye Turner dialed the receptionist’s landline and got through after a while.

"Hello, this is Faye Turner. Is President Lancaster at the company?"

"Hello, Mrs. Lancaster," the reply ca, "President Lancaster hasn’t been back to the company since leaving work."

"Alright, thank you."

Faye Turner slowly put down the phone and ended the call.

She bundled up in the blankets and lay sideways on the pillow, filled with doubt. Adrian Lancaster clearly said he was going to the company when he left.

Actually, no matter where he is, no matter what he’s doing, Faye Turner doesn’t care.

But when she can’t reach his phone, she feels an inexplicable worry and concern for him, after all, he is her husband and the father of their child.

At this mont, beside the empty lakeside in the suburbs.

Adrian Lancaster lay in the passenger seat of the Lamborghini, the temperature in the car was just right, so he slept soundly, not feeling cold.

Ivy Jennings still tried to adjust the curvature of the chair back to make him sleep more comfortably.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Ivy Jennings couldn’t bear to sleep. She turned her gaze to him under the moonlight, his smooth skin, the chiseled profile, glowed with a healthy hue in the moonlight.

The high nose proudly beaming, this face indeed unmatched in its handsoness.

No matter how many tis she looked, it always made her heart race, she couldn’t help but gaze a few tis more... She had often imagined herself as the heroine.