He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two sentences between them: "Little minx, do you really not get it, or are you pretending? Hmm?"
Seraphina Sinclair wasn’t an ignorant girl; she and Desmond Fairchild had shared some intimate moments, so how could she not understand? Just now, she was focused on their argument, and hearing something off in Desmond’s voice made her really think he was unwell, without considering any other possibilities.
Who knew he was thinking about this?
"What are you doing? Jude is at home, don’t do anything reckless," Seraphina Sinclair said, pounding Desmond Fairchild’s firm chest, her face showing a hint of bashfulness.
"He’s asleep," Desmond Fairchild wickedly curled his lips, closed his eyes, and leaned in to kiss Seraphina Sinclair.
Seraphina Sinclair quickly turned her head away: "Don’t do this, Jude is a light sleeper, it’s not good to disturb him."
Is he really a light sleeper? Just now, the two of them were arguing in the room, and he didn’t wake up.
Desmond Fairchild naturally ignored these words, wrapped Seraphina Sinclair’s waist, and carried her straight into the bedroom.
After tossing the little woman in his arms onto the bed, he immediately leaned over her, Seraphina Sinclair’s half-resisting and half-welcoming expression stimulating his adrenaline, making him unable to hold back.
His warm, thin lips covered Seraphina Sinclair’s delicate ones, and hearing her subconscious moan, Desmond Fairchild felt even more inflamed inside.
At first, Seraphina Sinclair resisted, but soon she was lost in Desmond Fairchild’s expert kissing skills. Despite being each other’s first romance, Desmond Fairchild was like an expert in love, making Seraphina Sinclair marvel at his proficiency. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIＦire.net
She both enjoyed and felt shy about Desmond Fairchild’s kisses, always feeling as if this man could make her indulge every time.
"Seraphina." Not knowing how long they kissed, Desmond Fairchild propped himself up and briefly left Seraphina Sinclair’s reddened lips, his eyes, tinged with desire, looking at Seraphina Sinclair longingly, his voice becoming huskily charming because of lust, "Is it okay?"
Seraphina Sinclair, feeling soft like spring water from being teased, couldn’t refuse at such a moment, she proactively hooked around Desmond Fairchild’s neck, for the first time issuing a bashful invitation: "Give me......"
With the permission issued by Seraphina Sinclair, Desmond Fairchild no longer restrained himself and once again leaned down to kiss her sweet red lips.
However, just as Seraphina Sinclair was lost in the moment and Desmond Fairchild was at the point of no return, he stopped moving.
Half-dressed, Seraphina Sinclair, confused, propped herself up with her arms, her tender eyes looking at the man in front of her, her voice filled with fatal temptation: "Why did you stop?"
Though it was quite embarrassing for her to ask, they were clearly about to take the final step, and with Desmond Fairchild suddenly sitting up and turning his back, obviously not wanting to continue, how could she not be curious?
Desmond Fairchild took a deep breath, suppressing the desire within, shaking his head at Seraphina Sinclair: "No, your health isn’t good."
"What’s wrong with my health? I’m perfectly fine," Seraphina Sinclair instinctively retorted, her urgent tone amusing Desmond Fairchild.
"Oh? You’re inviting me, are you?" Desmond Fairchild’s handsome thin lips curled up in a slight arc, his half-squinted eyes carrying a hint of teasing.
Seraphina Sinclair, realizing her own words carried an unsolicited implication, immediately blushed a fiery red, but she quickly regained composure, pretending to be calm: "What’s wrong with that? We’re all adults, having physiological needs is normal, what’s so strange about that."
Thinking about it, it’s true, they’re not three-year-olds; they should face their inner desires, wanting to do indescribable things with someone they like is nothing wrong.
Desmond Fairchild raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
Seraphina Sinclair lifted her long hair, giving an alluring smile: "Why not? Hurry up and come over here."
As she said this, she extended her slender arm, her delicate hand yanking Desmond Fairchild’s loosened tie, kissing his thin lips directly, and with these stimulating actions, she dominantly straddled Desmond Fairchild at the waist, looking down at him: "Handsome, if you make me satisfied tonight, I’ll give you whatever you want."
"Is that true?" Desmond Fairchild’s smiling eyes reflected Seraphina Sinclair’s feigned haughty little face, suddenly in a much better mood.
"I always keep my word," Seraphina Sinclair huffed.
Before she could take the next step, Desmond Fairchild forcefully pressed her back down, overwhelming her with kisses.
Soon, Seraphina Sinclair understood the price of boasting.
Seraphina Sinclair lay on the big bed, motionless, watching Desmond Fairchild at the bedside as he tidied up his clothes ready to go to work, her eyes filled with reproach and intense resentment.
Desmond Fairchild, however, swept away yesterday’s gloom, his whole person glowing as if reborn.
It seemed that he had been nourished by love; even his usual stern face looked a bit more pleasant.
Jude Sinclair stood early at the doorway, rubbing sleepy eyes, unable to resist curiously teasing upon seeing Desmond Fairchild in such a state: "Did Dad find some money? So happy?"
Not bothering with Desmond Fairchild, Jude Sinclair rushed straight to Seraphina Sinclair’s side, snuggling his little body into her arms, with his big round eyes carefully watching her: "Mommy, is your health better? Is there anywhere you’re not feeling well?"
As he spoke, Jude Sinclair’s little hand accidentally pressed on Seraphina Sinclair’s thigh. She was already sore beyond belief, and with this pressure, the feeling was all but wanting to cry.
She forced a smile, answering her obedient son: "Don’t worry, Jude, Mommy’s fine."
Just a bit of backache, leg weakness...
Jude Sinclair, sharp-eyed, noticed the little hickey on Seraphina Sinclair’s neck, exclaiming: "Mommy, what happened to your neck? Did a mosquito bite you?"
But where would mosquitoes come from in the middle of winter?
Though Jude Sinclair was precocious and understood what men and women do to have children, he didn’t know the specifics of it, and Seraphina Sinclair feared that at his young intellect, he’d understand too much too soon, so at times she intentionally avoided such topics.
As a result, her genius son was now posing such questions.
She looked at Desmond Fairchild with resentment, gritting her teeth: "That’s right, a big mosquito bit me."
Desmond Fairchild wasn’t angry; instead, he revealed a friendly smile: "Jude, Dad will come home at noon to cook. Look after your mommy, and don’t let her order takeout."
"Isn’t the housemaid coming?" Jude Sinclair pondered, realizing he hadn’t seen the housemaid for quite some time.
"The housemaid has affairs back home and is on leave for a while. I’ll do the cooking during this time," Desmond Fairchild glanced at his watch, organizing everything clearly, "I’ve already made breakfast and put it on the table. Remember to eat it later. I’ll be back at eleven, wait for me at home."
Seraphina Sinclair furrowed her brow: "You have to run between Kevin and Cloudsea, where do you find the time to cook."
"Just wait for me at home, the two of you," Desmond Fairchild stepped forward to ruffle Jude Sinclair’s hair, then leaned down to kiss Seraphina Sinclair’s forehead, "I’m going, take care."
Even in just a few short hours, Desmond Fairchild seemed to make it clear as if assigning something, even scheduling Seraphina Sinclair’s activities to the minute.