When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 939: Grandpa’s Birthday Is Coming

"It doesn’t matter who it’s for." Nathan Xavier replied indifferently, "In any case, it’s not for you. But since you’ve worn it, you can keep it. I don’t want this dress anymore."

After saying this, he walked away. Although he didn’t lose his temper, his mood was far from good.

Rhiannon Xavier watched his back, her smile fading, and she stepped back two paces in disappointnt, placing her hands on the edge of the table as she sat down wearily.

Her feelings at this mont were not just sadness but downright anger!

The dress was delivered to The Xavier residence, but it wasn’t for her? Could it be for Gia?! When this thought surfaced in her mind, she felt as though her lungs were about to explode with rage.

Was her brother taking Gia?!

Who did Gia think she was?! Just because she was a bit pretty—she was nobody more than an orphan, picked up by The Xavier Family! Just lucky enough to be saved!

Did she really think she could take her place as Miss Xavier?! Such a delusion!

But she couldn’t just go to Gia and scold her fiercely; it wouldn’t change the fact that her brother wanted to take her to the birthday banquet.

On the sa evening, in Argent.

Thanks to the planning of Adrian Lancaster and Dustin Shepherd, The Lockwood Old Manor was ticulously decorated, with a dominant red tone, showcasing elegant Chinese style, full of festivity, and oriental charm.

The spacious living room was transford into a banquet hall, with exquisite calligraphy paintings hanging on the walls and luxurious palace lanterns.

Elderly people also need a sense of ceremony—the birthday banquet, filled with familial joy, was arranged with warmth and touched everyone.

But because Faye wasn’t there, there was always a trace of sadness, as if sothing was missing... despite the smiles on everyone’s faces.

Adrian Lancaster returned ho very late, and his Lamborghini was parked in the yard.

As he entered the house, Chloe Gable appeared on the staircase. "Back already?"

"Mom." Adrian Lancaster replied calmly, "Is Joy asleep?"

"Yes, she just fell asleep," she said, stepping down the stairs. "Do you want to heat so snacks for you?"

"No need, I just ate." He quickly stopped her. "It’s late, you should rest early."

After speaking, he headed upstairs.

Returning to the master bedroom, he closed the door, facing the empty room and empty bed, he couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

It was as if he hallucinated, hearing Faye’s silvery voice, and the once warm and happy scenes vividly appeared before him.

He opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of ’82 Lafite, grabbed a wine glass, poured so wine into it, and sat down by the window.

Only in the silent night, when he was ho alone, could he put away the smile he wore as a facade, revealing a hint of solemnity and sorrow without any restraint.

He still refused to believe that Faye was dead... because they hadn’t found her body.

Therefore, deep down, he clung to a shred of hope.

He hoped that heaven would stop tornting him...

That night, Ivy Jennings and her friends sat in an outdoor café by the riverbank. She didn’t order coffee today, but asked for a cocktail.

"Am I really useless?" She was slightly tipsy, her smile carrying a touch of self-mockery. "I can’t even control my feelings, so how can I talk about taking charge of my life?"

"Because President Lancaster is just too outstanding, you can’t see anyone else," her friend said, brushing back her hair with a smile. "If I were his secretary, working with him day and night, I’d fall for him too—it’s normal, not your fault."

"Then he’s married, and I still love him—is that my fault?" Every ti Ivy thought of this reality, her heart would ache deeply.

Watching her down a mouthful of the cocktail, her friend saw her distress, and the strong sensation made her frown.

"Loving soone isn’t inherently wrong," her friend comforted her. "It’s a natural instinct to admire and care, while morality is just a concept defined by people; it doesn’t really exist."