CHAPTER 226: CHAPTER 226: DID SHE GIVE YOU A SON?

God knows what the great CEO of Cloudsea, Desmond Fairchild, is thinking when he’s with his sweet little wife. If people knew, they’d probably curse him as a pervert.

Seraphina Sinclair disagreed with his words, thinking back to when Shirley Lynch was Desmond’s blind date, she couldn’t help but be sarcastic: "Carter Grant can grow the company so big; he’s surely no fool. But then again, you didn’t see through her manipulative nature back then; Carter might not either."

Desmond Fairchild’s stern face couldn’t hold anymore, he defended, "I..."

Before he could say a word, Seraphina Sinclair interrupted, "Don’t ’I’ me! Didn’t you specially tell me there was something at home, only to leave us mother and child to accompany her? Desmond Fairchild, tell me, what’s so good about that manipulator? Hmm?"

"I..."

"What are you saying? Is she prettier than me? Does she give you money to spend? Does she bear you a son? How could you be so blind as to abandon us for a date with her? Do you have poor judgment?"

Desmond Fairchild wanted to explain, but Seraphina Sinclair wouldn’t give him a chance.

He was really helpless since the blind date was arranged by Old Mrs. Fairchild, and he didn’t even know he was going on a date. Besides, he never showed any interest in Shirley Lynch or thought she was nice. Seraphina accusing him like this was really unfair.

He hadn’t noticed before, but now he realized women are irrational. Watching Seraphina Sinclair’s chattering lips, he instinctively wanted to seal her lips.

Just thinking about it, his body acted faster than his mind, and the next second, his thin lips sealed Seraphina Sinclair’s little red ones.

After a heated kiss, Desmond Fairchild curled up a wicked smile, his narrow phoenix eyes reflected Seraphina Sinclair’s blushing face, his voice hoarse and incredibly enticing: "To me, you’re the most beautiful. No woman can compare even a fraction to you."

"Don’t think just because you compliment me, I’ll believe you." Seraphina Sinclair shyly turned her face away, immediately driving him out, "You go out. I need to work."

Desmond Fairchild knew she was shy; she asked him to go, yet he didn’t move, casually picking up a book and sitting on the sofa: "You do your work; I’ll read and not disturb you."

Seraphina Sinclair saw his determined stance, feeling he wasn’t leaving; she just lightly coughed and didn’t chase him anymore.

While working, she always felt a scorching gaze on her, but when she looked up, she saw Desmond Fairchild only lowering his head reading his book, giving no hint of peeking at her.

Could she be too narcissistic, having an illusion?

Thinking about it, Seraphina Sinclair looked up again, just meeting Desmond Fairchild’s deep gaze.

She blushed again, feigned impatience, and said, "Why are you constantly looking at me?"

"Do I need a reason to look at my wife?" Desmond Fairchild answered with righteous confidence.

"Who’s your wife? We haven’t registered yet." Seraphina Sinclair rubbed her hot cheeks, bringing up marriage; she seemed to remember something.

The other day, when she was unconscious, she seemed to hear Desmond Fairchild saying that they’d marry when she woke up. She seemed to say "I do" in a dream.

Was this a dream or reality?

To verify, she exhaled lightly and asked Desmond Fairchild, lowering her voice: "Before, I heard you in a dream say we’d marry when I woke up; did you really say that?"

Desmond Fairchild furrowed his brows, seemingly deep in thought, after a long time, he slowly shook his head: "Never said."

"Really?" Seraphina Sinclair thought it wasn’t her illusion, but now with Desmond Fairchild’s answer, she suddenly felt asking like that was embarrassing, her face instantly reddening further.

Ah! How embarrassing! Asking like that makes it seem she’s eager!

Seraphina! You’ve really regressed! Already married once, why bringing up marrying Desmond Fairchild makes you so excited?

So shameful.

But Desmond Fairchild found her words very intriguing, he smiled intriguingly: "So, you really want to marry me?"

"I never said that." Seraphina Sinclair flatly denied; under these circumstances, even if she truly wanted it, she couldn’t admit it.

"Oh? So you don’t want to marry me?" Desmond Fairchild sighed lightly, his disappointed gaze swept over Seraphina, his tone heavy.

Seraphina couldn’t bear his downcast look, instinctively raised her hand: "I didn’t say I don’t want to marry you."

Hearing her words, Desmond Fairchild laughed lowly, even his deep black eyes were tinged with laughter: "So you really want to marry me? It’s actually easy to solve; as long as you propose to me, maybe I’ll consider the marriage."

"Desmond Fairchild, are you courting death or what!" Seraphina Sinclair could hardly believe what she heard, grabbed the pillow behind the seat, and threw it at Desmond’s face.

Listen up, is this what people say?

Besides, she seemed to have proposed once before, although not formally, she still brought up the matter.

Of course, that time ended in discord, couldn’t negotiate it.

The key is, how could a girl propose? Unheard of throughout history!

Although there are bold girls proposing, she envied such love, only her and Desmond Fairchild are clearly different. This dog man actually wants to take advantage of her.

Desmond Fairchild calmly stretched out his hand, decisively catching the flying pillow, his handsome face behind the pillow revealing a doting smile. He put down the book and pillow, slowly walked to Seraphina, and whispered in her ear: "As long as you’re willing, we can marry anytime."

"Who’s going to marry you, stop talking nonsense." Seraphina turned awkwardly, but her flushed ears betrayed her current mood.

Damn Desmond Fairchild, constantly saying things that make one’s heart race, how could she withstand it?

Desmond Fairchild watched her reddened earlobes, his long fingers couldn’t help but pinch them; this woman, how come she blushes at the slightest?

However, he absolutely loved her shy little woman form.

Seraphina Sinclair and Desmond Fairchild belong to those whose demeanor splits in two extremes between outsiders and lovers.

Seraphina behaves elegantly and astutely towards others, sometimes sly, other times transforming into a sharp-tongued beauty.

Desmond Fairchild is similar, usually giving a cold vibe to everyone except when he’s with Seraphina Sinclair, all those aloof personas dissolve into the ether as he turns into a charming flirt, always making Seraphina’s heartbeat fast.

"If you don’t marry me, who do you want to marry?" Desmond didn’t get angry, confidently lifted Seraphina’s chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Seraphina retorted: "Marrying anyone, just not you. What can you do about it?"

"Alright then." Desmond’s deep voice like the devil’s whisper, "I can’t do anything about you."

"Isn’t that right." Seraphina finished speaking with some pride, raising her small face, thinking now Desmond would surely be angry to death.