novelraw Chapter 316: He Couldn’t Help but Miss Her
Chapter 316: He Couldn’t Help but Miss Her
Faye Turner had just gone upstairs when Miss Lane came up with the fabric. She walked carefully on each step, her envious gaze falling on the fabric—such a full expression of love.
This was a room with a long workbench, previously a ping-pong room.
Faye had already prepared all the tools needed for making clothes...
Scissors, hand-sewing needles, thread, a small sewing machine, pin needles, an iron, a serger... but no chalk or marker.
Hearing footsteps, she saw Miss Lane enter from the doorway, holding a long tray.
The neatly folded black suit fabric came into view, and she quickly moved towards her.
"Thank you!" Faye was very happy.
"You’re welcome, call me if you need anything." Miss Lane was pleased to serve her, then gently placed the tray onto the workbench, "I won’t disturb your creation."
"Okay."
Faye knew that the villa was large with many rooms, and Adrian Lancaster hadn’t entered this room for half a year.
So even if she didn’t get it right today, it wouldn’t matter.
She could quietly complete a suit for him here without him stumbling upon it.
The thought itself was enough to make her happy.
Gifting is something that can multiply happiness, especially such a meaningful one—a suit she had designed and made herself.
After Miss Lane left, Faye picked up the fabric to inspect it; it was exactly what she wanted.
Lightly pinching two corners, she waved them with force, and the black fabric spread out in the light...
The curve was exceptionally beautiful, and the entire piece lay flat across the wide workbench.
Majestic sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the fabric. The radiance shimmered like ripples, the high-end material having a smooth silkiness and sturdy thickness.
This was fabric she had carefully selected and compared, taking five hours and visiting over ten stores.
Faye didn’t use chalk, nor did she bring a computer up, because the design draft was already vividly in her mind, she remembered every detail.
She began to cut directly with scissors...
She leaned over with particular earnestness, her nearly genius-like judgmental ability steadying her hands holding the scissors, cutting smoothly.
The room was extraordinarily quiet, with Faye fully immersed in her design work.
Her pregnancy check-up results came back healthy, with the child growing in her belly day by day, making her feel immensely happy.
He was always gentle with her, even occasionally kissing her.
Faye slightly found herself falling again, feeling that this was love...
At the company, Adrian Lancaster exuded an innate steadiness with every move he made, his youthful strategic maneuverings charismatic.
During a break from work, two scenes flashed through his mind—
One was when he took her for a pregnancy check-up, both finishing their calls, and he couldn’t help but kiss her in the car.
The other was when they left the old house and couldn’t help but embrace and kiss by the river...
The woman’s breath lingered around his nose, inhaling the faint medicinal fragrance from her body, kissing her soft lips...
At that moment, he felt as if he owned the whole world.
In his office, Adrian Lancaster lost himself in thought, sitting in the custom leather chair, his handsome features possessing a natural aloof nobility.
When work slowed down, he would lose himself for her.
He wondered what she was doing.
Until he absentmindedly picked up his phone, pulling up her number, he snapped back, hesitating to dial.
Listening to the ringtone, suddenly at a loss for words, he gently pressed the phone to his ear.
Unsure of what to say to her, yet wanting to hear her voice.
Soon, she put down her needle and thread, answering, "Hello, Adrian."