When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 699: Caleb Lancaster’s Entrance

Even though she had rejected his advances and deliberately kept her distance from him, why did it hurt so much to see him with another woman, to see him being gentlemanly and elegant with soone else?

There was even a slight sting.

Rachel Sherman didn’t look back; she instinctively walked away, hiding herself among the crowd, unwilling to be embarrassed.

She didn’t understand what this emotion was... For soone unrelated to her, why should she feel sad?

Yes, she was indeed upset.

Tilting her head back, Rachel downed the red wine in her glass, hoping to clear her mind.

A divorced woman with a child—how could she possibly match his noble status?

Soon, a round of applause erupted.

Rachel turned at the sound—

Caleb Lancaster’s entrance was also a major highlight of the day, capturing the dia’s attention.

"Mr. Lancaster!"

"Wow! It’s Mr. Lancaster!"

The crowd saw the exquisitely dressed Eliza Hayes pushing an expensive custom wheelchair into sight.

In the wheelchair sat a man wearing a black cashre sweater, with a black and white checkered scarf wrapped around his chin.

A blanket covered his legs, and the gentlemanly elegance emanating from within was simply captivating.

Twenty years ago, after a car accident, Caleb Lancaster disappeared from the scene; the dia couldn’t capture him, and friends hadn’t seen him.

No grave was set, no morial was held, his life or death unknown.

Upon his reappearance, he was polite and handso, with dark hair and a striking face. The only difference was that he was in a wheelchair, yet he showed no signs of illness.

His deanor was incredibly vibrant, his eyes lively, and there was even a faint hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.

His wife accompanied him, either pushing the wheelchair or squatting down to adjust the blanket for him, or holding his hand, with all her heart and eyes on him.

Eliza Hayes would hand him drinks, and he would reach out to take them himself. She shared the sa piece of cake with him.

Feeding the crowd a mouthful of dog food.

Although they were middle-aged, their display of affection was not greasy at all; instead, it was sothing to be envied.

Reporters snapped photos eagerly, and guests couldn’t resist taking out their phones for pictures as well.

During the banquet, Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner made it clear they wouldn’t accept any cash gifts, only everyone’s blessings.

Additionally, they distributed lucky bags containing blind boxes to everyone present today, raising the atmosphere due to the elent of luck.

"Mrs. Lowell, what did you get?" Soone always curious gathered closer.

Opening the lucky bag, two middle-aged won were delighted, their eyes wide in surprise, "A car worth 500,000?"

This blind box opens quite large!

Soon, soone else opened their lucky bag, "An apartnt inside the Third Ring? President Lancaster, you’re practically giving out money!"

"A job at Prestige Group that you can choose at any ti?"

"A ticket to Ophira? A free seven-day tour?"

"An opportunity to collaborate on a project with Prestige Group?"

Even though today’s guests at Joy’s full-month banquet were all wealthy individuals.

But they all aid to bask in the Lancaster’s good fortune, so no matter what they received, everyone was very happy.

Furthermore, this part wasn’t only for the guests; every reporter and staff mber had the chance to draw from the lucky bag with blind boxes.

Rachel took the opportunity to retreat to the restroom. Since Chase Fletcher arrived, she had been avoiding him, making her a bit tense and affecting her mood.

At the washbasin, she scooped so water into her hands and splashed it on her temples, then rubbed them, trying to calm her mind.

Not too far outside—

"Chase Fletcher, are you crazy?! Pushing onto Evan Sharp?! Don’t you know who I like?!"

Kylie Fletcher was infuriated, turning around to storm off in anger.

The man grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks, and this scene coincidentally caught Rachel’s eyes just as she exited, causing her steps to falter.

Chase Fletcher slightly raised his gaze, colliding with Rachel’s glance, his chest slightly constricting.