When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster

Chapter 1070: Preparing the Wedding of the Century

Adrian Lancaster expressed his stance directly, "Sure, I’ve always supported you in having your own lives, don’t let us younger folks tie you down."

At this point, Eliza Hayes glanced at her son, then at her daughter-in-law, and asked, "When are you planning to hold the wedding?"

Adrian Lancaster’s expression was gentle as he wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder and seriously replied to his parents—

"The wedding must be grand, and if it’s grand, it needs good planning, which takes time to get every detail right. You two don’t need to worry about when we hold the wedding. With transportation so advanced now, we can just give you a call at the time, book a plane ticket, and then you’ll be back in no time."

Caleb Lancaster nodded, "Yes, my son is right!"

Eliza Hayes was also relieved, "Alright then, just remember to notify us by phone when you’re having the wedding, and if you need our help, let us know in advance."

"No need." Adrian Lancaster already had his plan in mind.

Regarding the wedding, Faye Turner didn’t express her opinion, she just listened with a calm expression.

It wasn’t until the evening, after saying goodbye to the elders with their child, that the Lamborghini left The Lockwood Old Manor.

As they were leaving, Grandpa was still instructing, "Adrian Lancaster, don’t be stingy, the wedding must be grand! It’s a once-in-a-lifetime event, it must be planned well! Besides, you’ve delayed it for so long!"

"Yes, yes, yes, don’t worry Grandpa, once the plan is made, you’ll be the first to approve it. It definitely won’t be shabby just to save money."

Thinking of his serious explanation and the promise he made in front of Grandpa, Faye Turner felt touched.

After getting into the car, the child who had played all day lay in his father’s arms, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

The moonlight shone gently through the window, and Faye Turner turned her eyes towards him, "Adrian, is there still a need for a wedding? Our child is already so big."

"Of course there is." Hearing this, Adrian Lancaster couldn’t help but grow anxious, "You’re not having second thoughts and don’t want to marry me, right?"

"..." Faye Turner met his gaze, not knowing how to answer.

With one hand holding the child, Adrian Lancaster took his wife’s hand with the other, "We didn’t have the wedding before because I was thinking of first finding your biological parents, having them witness the wedding would be more perfect, and it’s also a gift I wanted to give you. It’s just that, in the end, I wasn’t the one who found them."

Indeed, he had tried to find them, and Faye Turner had found out about it from Mrs. Rhodes.

"Don’t worry, I’ll plan the wedding well, it won’t take up too much of your time, and it won’t make you tired. You just need to attend on the wedding day, leave everything else to me, and I’ll surprise you." Adrian Lancaster really wanted to give her a grand wedding.

Moreover, he was currently preparing for it.

No matter if her memory returned or not, he loved her.

From the depths of his eyes, she saw sincerity, and besides being touched, Faye Turner felt touched again.

She thought that the most common feeling she’s had recently is being moved.

With a hand placed behind her head, he couldn’t help but give her a kiss in the car—he really loved her so much!

That night, Faye Turner didn’t go to the design studio. After returning home and handing the child over to Mrs. Rhodes, the two of them went upstairs.

After showering, they went to bed one after the other, and Adrian Lancaster hugged her from behind, causing her chest to contract slightly.

"Tonight..."

"No." She guessed his intention, nervously and softly declined, "I’m on my period."

Adrian Lancaster wasn’t disappointed but rather cupped her little face and kissed her lips deeply, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It’s okay."

"Then let’s rest early tonight, you were tired yesterday as well." As he said this, he gently flicked her nose and then got up to put on his shoes and leave.

Faye Turner didn’t ask where he was going, she just thought, is his self-control that bad? Are we going to sleep in separate beds?