Swept Into a Fairytale Marriage

Chapter 89 It Must Be Adrian

“Patient?” Adrian refused to admit he was unwell. “Please be mindful of your wording, Mrs. Locke. Your husband is in excellent health.”

Farrah chose not to argue with him. “Alright, whatever you say.” After all, it was already a significant step for him to trust her.

Her greatest wish was to heal him, to help him unravel the knots in his heart, and to strive for a good life. after marriage.

Though the burn on his arm had healed after 20 years, the marks still looked rather alarming.

The fact that Adrian was willing to show them to her indicated the importance his father held in his heart and revealed that he was gradually letting down his guard around her,

Farrah carefully tied her hair back and leaned in slightly. She took a small spatula to apply the medicine to his arm with great attention to detail.

The brown homemade medicinal cream had a faint fragrance. When applied to his skin, it felt cool and soothing

“When will I see results?” Adrian asked, his handsome face calm, his tone casual.

Farrah didn’t stop her movements as she replied softly, “This is just the first application. We’ll assess it after three days.”

His expression cooled slightly. “You’re not confident?”

Farrah met his gaze. “Why do doctors have family members sign consent forms before performing surgery? They can only do their best; they are not gods,

Their eyes locked, but Adrian seemed to have no other options.

She claimed to be an apprentice of Walter Dunn, but words alone weren’t enough; she had to prove her skills.

So, he ceased to press for further information. “Do what you think is best.”

After a moment, Farrah said softly while applying the medicine, “By the way, Mason started at the new school. He asked me to thank you again.”

Under the warm glow of the lights, Adrian observed her earnest expression. Her fair skin was as delicate as a baby’s, and her youthful face still retained a hint of innocence. “No need for thanks; it’s all about mutual respect.”

He didn’t want to become too close to her nor did he want to owe her anything.

That night, in the hospital, Jordan lay in bed, suffering from multiple fractures. He was extremely agitated, having been told by the doctors that he couldn’t get out of bed for at least half a month. He needed to recuperate well, or he would face complications.

“it must have been Adrian’s people who attacked mel Jordan gritted his teeth in fury. “If I find evidence of it, he won’t get away with it!”

“If it was Mr. Locke, he wouldn’t leave any evidence.” His loyal aide, Edward Young, stood by the bedside, sighing helplessly. “You knew that route avoided all surveillance, yet you were lured into a trap by those thugs.”

Chapelle Must Be Aduan

“It was definitely him! Jordan couldn’t swallow this anger. “I haven’t offended anyone else!”

Edward frowned slightly and reported quietly, “Mr. Locke, your mother is preparing to return to the country, likely this weekend unless there are changes.”

“What?” Jordan was taken aback, his eyes widening. “Why is she coming back?”

Edward, standing respectfully at the bedside, lowered his gaze. “She knows about your injuries.”

“Tell her that it was Adrian’s doing! Get her to take revenge for me!” Jordan still refused to believe it. Could his aunt really control him?

Edward remained silent, knowing that even if Adrian was responsible, there was nothing they could do. Ronson City currently belonged to Adrian.

The next morning at Floral Spring Residences, Farrah went to Adrian’s dressing area after waking up to reapply the cream to his burn marks.

Outside, it was raining. The soft patter against the floor–to–ceiling windows created a melody that shifted her mood, enhancing the gentle ambiance.

After applying the cream, she set down the bowl and picked up some gauze to wrap his arm, ensuring the cream wouldn’t stain his expensive shirt.

She instinctively helped him put on his shirt, her movements light and gentle, almost professional.

With his abs so close, Farrah felt her cheeks flush. Her mind wandered with various distracting thoughts.

It seemed Adrian sensed her thoughts as he parted his lips slightly. “Don’t be tempted by my body so early in the morning. It’ll affect your work.”

Farrah moved her gaze up. “What are you thinking? You button your shirt yourself, then!” With that, she turned and left.

Watching her flustered retreat, Adrian couldn’t help but chuckle. Since she moved in, the house had lost its previous coldness, and he had gradually grown accustomed to this warmth.