When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 580: Don’t Want to Be Apart

Kylie Fletcher slowly turned her gaze to meet his gentle eyes—a scene so rare in their interactions.

He was always busy, always distant.

Withdrawing her gaze, she took a sip of warm milk, looked at the falling snow outside the window, and smiled, "Doctors can’t cure the uncurable, and Buddhas bless those with fate."

Byron Moss looked at her, a faint smile on his lips, and together they gazed out the window, "Leo Lowell, the androgynous brother and sister."

Kylie was momentarily stunned, turning her gaze back to him, "You’ve read ’Awakening Words’ too?"

Byron nodded, "It’s one of the few well-structured, complete books that I’ve read. The characters are vividly portrayed, and the vocabulary is very rich."

Kylie was thrilled, feeling as though she’d found a kindred spirit, "I really like this book."

"I like it too."

Thus, the two of them started chatting about this Ming Dynasty novel, ’Awakening Words,’ a compilation of classic Chinese traditional culture...

This greatly shortened the distance between them.

All day, Kylie stayed at the calligraphy training class in the town, until evening when Byron told her he would escort her back to the city.

So, he got into her car, taking over the driving.

"How will you get back tomorrow? Don’t you have class in the morning?" she worried about the issue, sitting in the passenger seat and frequently stealing glances at him.

"I can take a taxi," Byron said casually, holding the steering wheel, "I’m not a kid anymore, plus my father is coming over tomorrow too."

Hearing this, she finally felt at ease.

Just watching him, feeling a bit reluctant to part, even though they still had a long way to go, she felt a bit uninhibited.

"Is there writing on my face? You keep staring, be careful, or I’ll blush," Byron joked, keeping his eyes forward, but he could feel her gaze.

Kylie withdrew her gaze, leaning against the seatback, not wanting to part from him at all. Even though they hadn’t separated yet, there was already an emptiness inside.

"Is the filming going smoothly lately? Any pressure?" Byron started a new topic, showing his concern for her.

This was rare for him, but Kylie couldn’t feel happy, as the director had mentioned that they’d stop resting starting tomorrow to speed up the shooting progress.

This meant she’d have to be on set for a long time without seeing Byron.

And as the image of the mother with two girls, Meghan, flashed through her mind, Eldest Miss Fletcher felt even worse.

So she turned to ask him, "Is your training class hiring teachers? Do you think I’d do well?"

Byron joked with her, "The shop just opened, I’m afraid I can’t afford the salary."

"I don’t need a salary, and I don’t want you to cover my meals!" she blurted out; if she wasn’t filming, she would genuinely consider coming, "I can be cheap labor."

Byron glanced over at her while driving, "You little rascal." Then, he laughed and returned his gaze to the road.

The girl grew anxious, turning to ask, "What do you mean? You don’t think much of me?"

"No."

"Though my handwriting is average, I think I can teach kids to write essays, take them to read books, and do reading comprehension."

"You have a contract, and the shoot’s begun," Byron didn’t outright reject, "Let’s talk about it once you’re done filming."

He might have said it casually, but she took it to heart.

That night, at Prestige Group, a message was sent in the design department’s work group by Director Nancy Jennings —

Tomorrow is a paid holiday, everyone should be at the hotel lobby on the third floor by eight to attend the wedding feast and witness your colleague’s wedding, soak up some good luck, and strive to break year-end performance records.

Soon, the group became lively, practically cheering!

Attending President Lancaster and Mrs. Lancaster’s wedding was a lifetime opportunity to boast about and an immense honor!

Faye Turner, seeing the group message, stared at her phone for a long time, but even by the night’s end, she hadn’t heard anything from Adrian Lancaster.

Was she really becoming a bride tomorrow? Somehow, it seemed unlikely.