Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 386

Nathan chimed in, "Yes, you should learn from Stefan."

Stefan chuckled, replying, "It would be my honor if I can be of use."

Nathan complimented him, his praise extending to the elders from the Anderson family, as it was they who raised Stefan.

After a round of mutual flattery, the others descended the stairs, greeting Nathan and his son.

Hayes was the last to descend.

Nathan spotted him and asked, "When did you get here?"

Actually, he already knew Hayes was around.

"I've been here a few days, enjoying the beautiful views and tranquility of Stefan's home. Shamelessly, I've decided to take a vacation here."

"Hayes, feel free to stay as long as you like. You're always welcomed."

Lucinda thought to herself; her cousin was still single. Perhaps she could play matchmaker and find him a good girl.

She laughed at the thought of her matchmaking dreams.

"Lucy, where's your mom?"

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Nathan inquired about his wife. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Having arrived late, he hadn't seen her.

"She woke up early, took a walk in the garden, and then felt tired. She's probably taking a nap and won't be up until closer to noon."

Lucinda knew her mother was avoiding her father. She had no other way to solve it. They were her parents. Even though she couldn’t deny that she stood by her mother’s side, she shouldn’t distress her father.

Nathan pursed his lips, guessing his wife knew he was here and was avoiding him.

Not in a rush to meet his wife, he joined the Anderson family for breakfast.

After breakfast, he took the meal saved for Janice from the kitchen and personally carried it upstairs.

Lucinda wanted to say something, moving her lips, but she remained silent in the end, watching her father head upstairs.

It was their business, not her place to intervene.

On the weekend, Lucinda didn't work, so Tiffany didn't have to apply her makeup.

Tiffany spent her weekends at home, only leaving for close friends.

At this moment, Lucinda and Tiffany were strolling around the estate, Tiffany having invited Lucinda out.

"Lucy, let's take a seat in the gazebo."

"Okay."

Lucinda glanced at Tiffany as they walked, "What did you want to talk about? Now that they're gone, you can tell me."

Tiffany's relationship with Liam had seen little progress, and Lucinda learned of their developments through her husband.

"Well, I secretly bought a pregnancy test stick."

Lucinda stopped in her tracks, asking excitedly, "Are you pregnant?"

Counting the days, it wouldn't be a surprise if Tiffany was pregnant.

Tiffany didn't answer immediately. She walked shoulder to shoulder with Lucinda into the octagonal gazebo. One side, there were clusters of trees. Even though the searing sun rose high, with those trees casting shadows in, the gazebo was an oasis for people to rest.

The other side were few parterres, nearby overlooking a small pond with lilies and fish, while the diagonal opposite faced a great area of lawns, which were surrounded by green belts. These green belts had been dexterously trimmed by gardeners into various animal shapes.

Once inside, Tiffany sat down at the stone table.

Lucinda followed, pressing her, "Tiffany, tell me, are you pregnant? This family is full of life, but it needs a kid to make it complete. If you're pregnant, the family will become livelier."

She laughed, "Tiffany, it would be great if you had twins. Don't worry about raising them. I can help."

The youngest member of the family was seventeen, not like a two or three-year-old who would cause a boisterousness and add gaiety to the family.

Tiffany wasn’t as excited as Lucinda. She sighed softly, "What does it matter if I'm pregnant? He's so unromantic that he could almost drive me crazy."

Stefan had given Lucinda a garden full of potted flowers, and Patrick tried to enlighten Liam, who had seemed to understand.

But what he did was solely to imitate the method.

Liam had simply ordered all the flowers from the greenhouse, not caring about the flower kinds, and put them all over the yard. Pointing at the plants, he said to her, "Tiffany, whatever you like, pick it or take it home."

The potted flowers Stefan sent his wife were all blossoming.

While Liam grabbed all the flowers, no matter if the flowers were in bud or blooming, or if it was a proper time to appreciate them.

And Liam just gazed closely at her, anticipating her surprised expression.

Tiffany got a bit sulky.

How did she fall in love with this man, who lacked even a tinge of romantic sense in him?

Besides using Stefan's method for reference, Liam had also given her other gifts, all jewelry and designer handbags. He probably couldn't think of anything else.

When he presented her with the jewelry, he didn't say anything sweet or romantic. She wanted to hear him say "I love you," but he seemed mute, incapable of uttering those three words.

Lucinda laughed at the thought of her brother-in-law's manner, "Liam just takes you as his family. He probably considers his home as yours, and you can do whatever you want there without judgement."

"His feelings for you are deep. He might just be bad at sweet talk, or maybe you two know each other too well that he can't bring himself to say those cheesy lines."

Tiffany replied sullenly, "I just want to know what it's like to be pursued by him, to know when he started to like me. Can't he at least share his feelings?"

Even the most carefree people can become anxious in love.

Tiffany felt she had taken the lead in their relationship.

If she hadn't, who knew when that blockhead would have confessed his feelings?

"So, are you really pregnant?"

“It's two pink lines, though the second one is still faint. I’m thinking to test again after a while."

Lucinda grinned with a twinkle in her eyes, "I'd say there's a pretty good chance you're pregnant."

"Should we tell the others?"

Tiffany paused for a moment, then said, "Let's wait until I have a check-up at the hospital to confirm it. Then we can tell everyone. Lucy, what do you think Liam would do if he found out about my pregnancy? Will he get anxious? All he ever does is pester me about why I won't marry him."

"If Liam knows you're pregnant, he'll definitely be anxious."

"Lucy," Tiffany gripped Lucinda's hand earnestly, "Please, don't go giving him any hints. I want him to figure it out on his own. If he can't, I'll raise this kid myself. The Paisley family are more than capable of supporting a kid."

Lucinda thought Tiffany was kind of stubborn.