When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 568: A Beautiful and Romantic Night

The girl’s gaze withdrew, "I even suspected you liked !" using a heightened tone to conceal her inner emotions.

Dustin Shepherd just smiled, neither admitting nor denying it.

Without asking her where she lived, he simply drove the car straight ahead. This night, to him, felt unusually cozy and beautiful.

After the car crossed the bridge, she turned and asked, "Do you know where I live?"

"Yes."

"So concerned about , huh?"

He glanced at her and then did not explain further.

"Have you been busy with the wedding recently?" After a while, Serena Sutton turned and looked out the window, "Adrian Lancaster finally rembered to give his wife a ceremony?"

"You shouldn’t pry into the president’s affairs," Dustin replied lightly.

Looking at the brilliant city lights, Serena Sutton felt a mix of emotions.

It seed she used to like Adrian Lancaster to the point of being willing to marry no one but him, once imagining herself in the position of Mrs. Lancaster.

And now?

Watching him so happy with another woman, she felt quite at ease, less and less distressed.

Could it be that loving soone... is so unsteady?

Or was it that... she never really loved him? Was she just like other won, attracted by his aura, wanting to marry into a top wealthy family?

"It’s ti to let go." Dustin seed to see through her thoughts and reminded her, "Sotis by wishing others well, you can also find your own happiness."

The girl snapped back to reality, turned, and teased him, "So that’s how Assistant Shepherd comforts himself with such experience?"

"Together, together," Dustin replied frankly, having completely let go.

As long as Faye Turner was happy with President Lancaster, he would give his blessings, treating her as an old friend.

By now, the car was about five minutes away from Serena Sutton’s ho.

When not chatting, there was always a bit of awkwardness in the car.

In fact, chatting made it even more awkward.

So, Dustin turned on the music player, and a random song started playing— a French classical piece, "La vie en rose."

"Didn’t expect you to listen to such romantic songs?" Upon hearing a couple of lines, Serena was a bit surprised, "Quite the taste, huh?"

Dustin was curious, "You know this song too?"

After all, Serena Sutton was educated overseas, essentially a lady of a notable family, being the daughter of lanie Lancaster’s close friend’s daughter, so her family’s background wasn’t lacking.

"Not only do I know it, but I can also play and sing it, and I really like it!" she said, unable to resist singing along softly, "DesyeuxquifontbaisserlesmiensUnrirequiseperdsursabouche..."

Dustin was amazed by her singing, it was spot on, and her a cappella performance was truly charming; her voice was pleasant and full of emotion, as if she were a little woman imrsed in happiness.

This song’s Chinese title is "The Rose Life."

When my sweet heart seems so distant, I wish for a star, I’m the king of roses.

This song’s beauty reminds us that in our souls, we belong together.

The car continued forward as snow started falling again outside the window.

Inside the car, the warm yellow lights and the romantic, cozy ambiance of her a cappella song gave Dustin a fleeting mont of distraction.

Involuntarily, he glanced at her, her beautiful features, fair skin, long curled eyelashes... those lips, which he had kissed before.

Serena Sutton sang with great involvent; French songs were all about mood and emotion.

"Il dit des mots d’amour, Des mots de tous les jours, Et ça fait quelque chose..."

The Chinese aning is —

He speaks to of words of love, endless words of love every day, it ans sothing to , a wave of happiness flows into my heart...