When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 236: It Really Hurts a Little Inside

In the car stopped by a roadside stone pillar, Dylan Shaw roared and violently smashed his phone!

Then he vented by pounding the steering wheel!

"Faye Turner! You’re such a damn bitch! I really misjudged you!"

At this mont, in the second-floor living room of the Lockwood Old Manor, after the call ended, Faye Turner found herself in a state of disappointnt for a long ti.

Adrian Lancaster sat on the sofa opposite her. Although he wasn’t on speakerphone, the living room only had the two of them, and it was too quiet.

So Adrian Lancaster heard every word Dylan Shaw shouted at her.

"You don’t need to be upset; this isn’t your fault. Although I don’t know this Dylan guy, he is indeed a scoundrel." Adrian Lancaster took a sip of tea.

Then he analyzed for her, "Nowadays, couples are like this: one fears not having enough money to support the family, the other fears having no one to take care of the kids. They are like locusts tied to the sa rope. Personally, I think it’s best to cut losses before having a second child. Advise your friend to get a divorce."

Faye Turner’s eyes widened slightly, looking at him sowhat incredulously.

Adrian Lancaster, like a different person, continued, "Infidelity is addictive. Without this woman, there would be other won in the future. This is a matter of character, sothing ingrained in one’s genes, and no one can change it."

"..." Listening to his words, Faye Turner felt less downcast, realizing it was truly Dylan Shaw’s own problem.

"Rachel Sherman is planning to divorce, so she has re-entered the workforce to fight for custody of the child," Faye Turner told him.

As Adrian Lancaster got up, he added, "The sooner she divorces, the sooner she can remarry. Such feelings should die early to be liberated early."

She looked up with a smile, "I didn’t expect it, President Lancaster, you’re quite down-to-earth!"

"You’re flattering . Take a rest for a while; we’ll have dinner soon." Adrian Lancaster was in a rather good mood, though his smile was faint, his voice was unusually gentle.

Finally, before leaving, he reminded her, "You can et my father tonight."

"Mm!" The girl nodded, looking forward to it as well.

At that mont, Adrian Lancaster had already pinned all his hopes on curing his father onto Faye Turner.

For so reason, he had developed an imnse trust in this woman’s dical skills.

In the evening.

Having received an expensive gift, Vivian Sawyer, in a state of excitent, had arrived at the hotel early.

The floor costs 3,888 yuan a night, offering great privacy. The hotel has a private thermostatic swimming pool, and from the bed, one could see that pool of warm water, putting her in a particularly good mood.

It was booked under her identity information, but Dylan Shaw paid for it.

To avoid leaving any transaction records, he always paid in cash.

He was too lazy to be found out by Rachel Sherman and waste ti arguing with her. Even saying one more word felt exhausting.

Dylan Shaw thought the money he earned was his to spend as he pleased.

Vivian Sawyer took out two sets of couple swimsuits from her bag, and in the 120-square-ter room, she put on her set.

Walking back and forth in front of the huge, glowing mirror, she admired her figure with a smile, thinking she was becoming more and more beautiful.

She genuinely loved Dylan Shaw, not just for the money.

Because Dylan Shaw was handso and knew how to please people, having limited exposure, she hadn’t encountered better n.

So, to her, Dylan Shaw was like the top-tier existence among the n she knew.

Imagining spending a lovely night with him, soaking in the hot spring together, and gazing at the moon, she felt it would be the most beautiful night of her life ...

In the evening.

In the 90-square-ter apartnt Dylan Shaw bought with a loan in the city, half an hour ago, Rachel Sherman had returned with a lot of groceries, now wearing an apron and busily working in the kitchen.

Mrs. Shaw was there to help, making the small kitchen cramped and crowded.

"Mom, please go out and rest for a while. When June wakes up, just help her change her diaper, I’ll handle the cooking," Rachel Sherman said while slicing pork.

"You should use less of that chili; it looks spicy, and lately, Dylan Shaw’s stomach hasn’t been great!"

"Also, don’t add soy sauce, oyster sauce, or MSG. In Dylan Shaw’s grandmother’s generation, none of them ever had these and lived to a ripe old age! Eating those things isn’t good for you!"