Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 1795

When he heard, Fabian’s expression immediately changed.

His long legs strode forth and, as quick as lightning, arrived at Lillian’s bedroom.

“Lily.”

He called her name out nervously.

As he entered the room, he realized that the atmosphere inside was not as he expected.

Lillian was not crying, and the room was decorated to look like the venue of a birthday party.

A maid in the room saw Fabian return and smiled brightly as she wished, “Happy birthday, Young Master Fabian.”

‘Birthday?’

Fabian was dazed. ‘Is it my birthday today?’

The last time he celebrated his birthday was before Yorick died.

He had long forgotten what it felt like to celebrate his birthday.

Now, he watched as Lillian walked over to him with a smile, holding a small four-inch shortcake in her hands.

She looked like an innocent angel who was now returning him the happiness he had lost a long time ago.

Lillian smiled softly. Despite her inability to speak, her eyes already conveyed a very clear message.

Fabian cooperatively squatted down and reached out to take the cake.

“Make a wish, Young Master Fabian.”

Fabian opened his eyes. As he gazed into Lillian’s clear, huge eyes, he was even more certain about the wish in his heart.

After blowing out the candles, Fabian immediately took the cake from Lillian’s hands in fear that her hands would get tired from holding it.

She was still sick. Despite having her bone marrow transplant surgery, it was still a long while before she truly recovered.

Fabian was about to cut the cake and share it with Lillian when he looked up to see her cute little hand passing a sky-blue card to him.

Fabian was slightly stunned but he understood her intention from her beautiful, huge eyes.

“Is this for me?” Fabian asked gently.

Lillian blinked her huge eyes and nodded gently. Fabian took the card happily and carefully opened it. Within it was a drawing.

The drawing depicted a tall boy and a small girl, clearly him and Lillian. Lillian’s drawing was very childlike; the contour of the persons was also childishly drawn, and even the colors used were not anything refined.