"Desmond Fairchild!" Seraphina Sinclair roared, unable to tolerate it any longer, feeling like the alcohol was making her even more intoxicated with anger.
Desmond Fairchild extended a finger, pointing towards the direction of the second floor, made a shushing gesture: "Do you want to wake up the kid?"
"You!" Seraphina lowered her voice, but her anger did not diminish in the slightest, her red lips slightly parted, like cherries ready to be picked.
Desmond looked at those red lips, his dark eyes deepened, but he ignored her. This content belongs to novel·fire·net
He squatted down to take off Seraphina’s high heels, helped her put on comfortable furry slippers, and gently patted her head: "You don’t even change your shoes at home after working all day outside, aren’t you tired?"
The man had already changed into a loose loungewear, made of silk, the cool demeanor perfectly complemented his cold and noble aura, his tone gentle and voice low, the gray robe appearing more aloof and noble under the hazy moonlight.
Seraphina didn’t know if it was the alcohol or her lust clouding her mind, she directly pounced on Desmond, pressing him onto the sofa, and bit towards his lips.
They already had a kid, so what was there to be shy about! She’d spent so much money anyway, and he brought himself to the door, it would be a waste not to take it!
Desmond didn’t expect Seraphina to pull such a move, he was completely unprepared as he was pressed down onto the sofa, his hands instinctively wrapped around Seraphina’s waist to prevent her from falling.
The pleasant scent of Seraphina mixed with a faint hint of alcohol lingered at the tip of his nose, making it addictive, and Desmond coordinated with her actions.
But not long after, Seraphina quickly got up, waving her hand as if admitting defeat.
Desmond’s husky voice carried a hint of laughter: "Seraphina Sinclair, are you a dog?"
"What? You’re allowed to do whatever you want to me? Can’t I take the lead?" Seraphina shot him a fierce glare.
Desmond found it somewhat amusing and teased her with a smirk, rubbing his lips gently: "Taking the lead means biting my lips off?"
Upon hearing his words, Seraphina instinctively looked at his lips, and sure enough, there was a spot where the skin had broken, still oozing blood.
She awkwardly sniffed, pretending to be calm: "That, that was an accident, not intentional."
As she spoke, she frustratedly patted her own head.
This girl is just too cute, isn’t she?
"I know." Desmond’s big hand patted her head, his mood improved significantly.
Of course, he knew Seraphina hadn’t done it on purpose, her awkward kissing technique was probably worse than that of a middle schooler.
Looking at Seraphina’s face turning so red that it seemed blood could drip from it, Desmond changed the topic: "What time is the medical check-up tomorrow?"
"Aren’t you taking me for a medical check-up?" Desmond picked up the appointment form that had fallen on the ground.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Seraphina nodded as she suddenly realized: "Nine thirty in the morning, no breakfast allowed."
"If everything is fine after the check-up, can I then serve my patron?" Desmond’s eyes sparkled with amusement, making Seraphina’s heart, which had finally calmed down, start pounding again.
"What nonsense, go to sleep, you’d better not be late tomorrow!" Seraphina averted her eyes, grabbed a handful of her hair, and escaped back to her room.
Locking the door, she threw herself on the bed, covering her head with the blanket and began to scream like a groundhog: "Seraphina Sinclair, why are you so lust-driven!!!"
Just then, her phone rang, the sound of a message coming in.
Seraphina got up, picked up her phone, and saw it was from Desmond. Besides the previous transfer records for accompanying him drinking, there was only a short message - "Goodnight, sweet dreams, Miss Patron."
This damn man is just too good at flirting!
Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat again, she gritted her teeth and got up, grabbing her bathrobe, and entered the bathroom.