Recalling what Quentin Jennings said that day, Desmond Fairchild couldn’t help but frown. It’s very likely that Ethan Lloyd insisted on divorcing Seraphina Sinclair back then because of Melanie Lloyd, even going so far as to stage that publicity stunt.
Yet he had seen Melanie Lloyd the day she bought the house, and she couldn’t compare to Seraphina Sinclair at all. What was Ethan thinking at the time, choosing that woman?
But it’s all good; it inadvertently brought Seraphina Sinclair to his side.
However, after being married for so long, they must have done what needed to be done. Thinking about this, Desmond Fairchild’s dark eyes furrowed. Although he had no feelings for this woman, she was the mother of his child. The thought of someone else interfering with his belongings made him feel a sense of displeasure.
Desmond Fairchild was deep in thought until Seraphina Sinclair stopped to stretch, awakening him from his reverie.
"Glug glug glug..." In the eerily quiet study, a strange sound was heard.
Seraphina Sinclair sighed deeply, rubbing her stomach with her small hand, and muttered, "I’m so hungry. I really want to eat some plain noodles."
This is what she said, but the maid Sue had already gone home, and her cooking skills weren’t much more than boiling water. She definitely couldn’t make plain noodles.
So, she clenched her fists, ignored the hunger pangs, and went back to work.
The files beside her dwindled, nearing completion. Seraphina Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to rest, but then she heard a faint sound outside.
In the middle of the night, everyone should be asleep. Could it be a mouse?
She immediately got up to check but found a light coming from the kitchen and the sound originating from there.
There were only three of them at home; the child’s father and the child were asleep. How could there be sounds coming from the kitchen at this hour?
Seraphina Sinclair’s gaze sharpened. She grabbed the baseball bat from the corner, cautiously approaching the kitchen.
As she neared the door, she suddenly pushed it open, brandished the bat, and charged forward, "Dare to steal from my house? See how I’ll deal with you!"
"It’s me." The bat hadn’t swung out, and she raised her eyes to meet Desmond Fairchild’s deep gaze.
Seraphina Sinclair was startled, her mouth agape in surprise, "Why is it you?"
"Hungry, making some midnight snacks." Desmond Fairchild sized her up, noting the baseball bat in her hand, his gaze slightly cold. "And you plan to use this bat against a thief?" Follow current novels on ɴovelfire.net
Seraphina Sinclair nodded, "Is there a problem? I even learned Taekwondo for several years abroad!"
"You’re a woman," Desmond Fairchild explained, his face stern.
"So what?" Seraphina Sinclair was puzzled.
Desmond Fairchild turned his face away, ignoring her.
Does this woman’s brain work differently? With a man like him at home, can’t she learn to ask for help?
Although she didn’t understand why Desmond Fairchild was displeased, the aroma of plain noodles completely enticed Seraphina Sinclair’s appetite.
After working late for so long, she was already starving, and now her stomach growled even louder.
However, it seemed Desmond Fairchild only made one bowl, and she felt embarrassed to ask him for some. She could only watch eagerly as Desmond Fairchild carried the noodles to the dining room.
Rubbing her little belly, she looked enviously at Desmond Fairchild’s back; being able to cook is wonderful.
Just as she was smacking her lips with envy, Desmond Fairchild stopped, glanced back at her, "Aren’t you coming over? Do you want me to feed you?"
"Coming, coming!" Seraphina Sinclair’s eyes lit up, casually tossed the baseball bat aside, and quickly followed.
Soon, the dining room was filled with Seraphina Sinclair’s satisfied voice, "Desmond Fairchild, I didn’t expect you to cook, and it’s so delicious. You’re like a worm in my stomach. I was just thinking how great it would be to eat plain noodles, and you made them. What a coincidence."