Haven’t you just seen your son? Do you not miss him? You’re leaving, you don’t love your son at all.
The woman, with a fierce look, made Desmond Fairchild dazed for a moment and was led inside. As his gaze lowered, he saw Seraphina Sinclair’s thin clothes soaked, clinging to her fair skin.
Desmond’s eyes suddenly darkened, and he reached out with his muscular arm to hook the woman’s soft waist, said in a hoarse voice, "So quickly, you want me to serve you?"
Their faces suddenly became very close, so close that their breaths intertwined, and with a movement of the man’s nose, he could smell the scent of the shower gel on her skin.
Dressed , she was indeed seducing him.
Such proximity made Seraphina Sinclair’s breath catch, and as she inhaled sharply to prepare to slap him, the man caught her descending hand, with an evil smile, "I’ve taken three hundred thousand for service fees, I must satisfy you, shouldn’t I?"
He lowered his head and sealed her red lips fiercely. The soft and sweet scent upon contact with his lips stunned him for a few seconds, and then he instinctively seized more, his other hand threading through her hair, holding the back of her head, while an assertive kiss unfolded.
Between the two, it was tightly sealed, with no space left.
Seraphina Sinclair, inexperienced, felt the air in her mouth dwindling, her mind went blank, and even forgot to make a rejecting motion.
Without her permission, how could he kiss her?
Not knowing how many people he’s kissed, Seraphina Sinclair suddenly became clear-headed and forcefully pushed Desmond Fairchild away, her small face flushed, pointing at him defensively and angrily, "Jerk, who permitted you to kiss me?"
Desmond Fairchild’s thin lips curled into a smile, "We’ve already had a child, and done more intimate things, can’t kiss you?"
A woman, with tricks of playing hard to get, is fine to play with a bit, but more will become tiresome.
Upon hearing this, Seraphina Sinclair’s face grew redder and she was almost steaming with anger, clenching her teeth, "You! Sleep on the sofa!"
Finishing her words, she turned and slammed the door shut, letting him sleep baldly. Initially, she intended to give him a blanket.
But now, humph, dream on!
Desmond Fairchild looked at the closed door, touched his nose, and a rare trace of amusement floated in those long phoenix eyes.
A beautiful morning always comes with all kinds of surprises.
Seraphina Sinclair woke from her slumber, and the enlarged handsome face in front of her scared her into screaming.
The noise awoke Desmond Fairchild, who frowned and naturally pulled Seraphina Sinclair into his arms with his long arm, speaking in a raspy voice, "Sleep a bit more."
Looking at his calm demeanor, Seraphina Sinclair’s pretty face darkened, forcibly breaking free from his big hand’s grip, and yelled at him with hostility, "Why are you in my bed?"
Desmond Fairchild had barely fallen asleep when morning approached, now just a few minutes after waking up, Seraphina Sinclair woke him. His originally high-spirited face, like that of an ethereal being, now showed some fatigue.
He forcefully opened his eyes, with clear dark circles under the eyelids, took a while before sitting up slowly, rubbing his aching temples, pointed at the door, "I’m so tall, the sofa can’t fit me."
So that’s his reason for climbing into her bed in the middle of the night?
Seraphina Sinclair collapsed, angrily lifted the quilt and dropped a sentence, "Before I come back, get off my bed!" then went to wash up with a grim face. The source of thɪs content is novel★fire.net
As soon as the door opened, Seraphina Sinclair saw Jude Sinclair, about to knock, standing bewildered at the door.
Jude Sinclair looked up, "Mommy, you and Daddy slept together last night, why didn’t you call me?"
While hesitating on how to explain, Seraphina Sinclair suddenly felt a heat source sticking to her back. The man, dressed without her knowing when, was holding her shoulder strongly, "Because Mommy and Daddy had important things to discuss, whispering secrets."
Jude Sinclair pouted, "I’m not a three-year-old kid, I’m almost five."
Jude Sinclair walked away gloomily, to the bathroom to wash up, while Seraphina Sinclair’s cheeks blushed in embarrassment. Looking back, she glared at the man speaking nonsense, with gritted teeth, "Don’t talk nonsense with my son!"
Desmond Fairchild frowned deeply, chuckling coldly, "Your son’s so young, knows everything. What have you taught him?"