CHAPTER 70: CHAPTER 70: MORGAN FAIRCHILD

As soon as Seraphina Sinclair got home, she felt like she had walked into the wrong place. She couldn’t help but look around in surprise, "Is this my house?"

She had only been away for a few days; how had it changed so dramatically!?

Can someone tell me what on earth happened!

"The house was bought in a hurry back then, and it wasn’t decorated, all in the old-fashioned style. You’ve been feeling down lately, so I changed it to a new style for you," Desmond Fairchild said naturally, taking her hand and leading her to the master bedroom.

"And this is?"

"Designed according to your tastes." He pursed his lips, turned his head to look at Seraphina Sinclair, and his tone was cold, yet seemed a bit anxious: "Satisfied?"

Oh my God!

She suddenly looked at Desmond Fairchild, but the surprise in her eyes was replaced by confusion.

The bedroom was luxurious at first glance. The lake-blue gauze curtains fluttered in the wind, and the complex, exquisite lighting fixtures were like stars. Even the floor was paved with mutton-fat jade. Such an extravagance must have cost a pretty penny.

Thinking of this, Seraphina Sinclair’s eyes deepened.

Where did he get so much money?

Desmond Fairchild noticed her gaze and misunderstood, thinking she was dissatisfied.

"Don’t like it?"

Damn, looks like he needed to send Quentin Jennings off to Y country, always coming up with lousy ideas.

"How about I take you to see Jude Sinclair’s room?"

It was his first time trying to please a girl, even if it was racking his brains, he still felt it wasn’t enough.

Seraphina Sinclair heard this, and followed him calmly, though her mind was racing with thoughts.

"This is Jude’s room?"

Seraphina Sinclair opened the door and walked in, finding the room unexpectedly mature and tidy for Jude’s age. The custom-made small bookshelf was filled with books, with a step stool underneath. The bedsheets, duvet covers, and curtains were all a deep grey, entirely lacking the innocence and cuteness of a child.

Unconsciously, she silently criticized inside, what kind of taste did Desmond Fairchild have?

"Mommy, I asked for this!"

"You asked for this?" Seraphina Sinclair asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why do you like this style?"

Although she knew Jude was mature, but not to this extent, right?

Seraphina Sinclair felt she needed somewhere to properly digest her dear son’s mature tastes.

"Since you’re not happy with your room, tonight you can sleep with Jude!"

"What?" Seraphina Sinclair’s eyebrows twitched, sensing trouble, "Why?"

"Otherwise?" Desmond Fairchild slightly raised an eyebrow, "Sleep with me?"

Seraphina Sinclair immediately said, "It’s better to sleep with Jude, sleeping with Jude is fine."

The implication being, sleeping with him wasn’t fine? Desmond Fairchild pursed his lips.

"What do you plan to do with my bedroom?"

"Change it back to its old style for you." Desmond Fairchild’s face was indifferent.

"No need!"

"You don’t like it?" Desmond Fairchild frowned, a bit puzzled.

"Not that, just think it’s too much trouble." Seraphina Sinclair touched her nose, her face slightly red. In fact, she quite liked the new style Desmond Fairchild had chosen.

"By the way, I’m going to visit the cemetery tomorrow, do you two want to come with me?" Desmond Fairchild looked at the two of them.

"Visit the cemetery? If it’s for your family, I won’t go; Jude should go with you." Seraphina Sinclair refused, after all, she and Desmond Fairchild were just in a contract marriage, but Jude should pay respect.

"Okay, I’ll take Jude with me tomorrow then." Desmond Fairchild nodded.

"What about Austin White? He hasn’t come home for a few days? Where is he?" Seraphina Sinclair looked around and then asked belatedly.

Jude spread his hands, indicating he didn’t know, either.

Meanwhile, Irene Rowe was anxiously checking her watch at the bus stop.

She had worked overtime until evening, and her car had a tire blowout on the way home. At this hour, there weren’t many cars around, and she couldn’t catch a ride, which made her anxious.

Just then, a blinding high beam shone toward her, and Irene Rowe was so angry she wanted to rant in the street.

Who in their right mind would drive with their high beams on in this situation? Is this person stupid?

Her vision went dark, nearly blinded by the light.

"Irene, why are you still not home so late?" Just as she was about to put her hands on her hips and yell, a familiar male voice came, and Irene Rowe looked up, a bit startled.

Austin White?

"I worked overtime today, that’s why it’s a bit late," she frowned, explaining, and her fury instantly dissipated.

"Get in, I’ll take you home." He patted the passenger seat beside him, offering.

"Thanks!" She wasn’t one to be coy, opened the car door, and slipped in. After all, if there’s a free ride, why not take it? "But how old are you, where did you get a driving license?"

As she spoke, Irene Rowe took out a small mirror from her bag and started touching up her makeup.

"I’m an adult, so of course I have a license." Austin White tugged at the corners of his mouth, stealing a glance at Irene Rowe, and answered.

"Pfft, that day I kept thinking you were just a little kid, didn’t expect you’d actually be an adult." Irene Rowe laughed as she put her things away.

Austin White: "It’s so late, you’re still touching up your makeup, are you sure you’re heading home?"

"Why do you care so much? I just got off work at this time, isn’t nightlife just beginning?" Irene Rowe blinked, answering evasively, and Austin White didn’t press the issue, finding himself even more interested in Irene Rowe.

A meticulous workaholic woman by day, could she be a nightlife queen by night? Such a contrast was interesting to think about.

The two chatted and laughed all the way, Irene Rowe was good at conversation, talking about all sorts of things, and Austin White listened, occasionally responding, finding himself a bit more fond of Irene Rowe.

"Just here, thanks!" Irene Rowe pointed to a corner up ahead, smiling broadly.

"No big deal, not inviting me for a drink at your place?" Austin White teased, earning a big eye-roll from her.

Irene Rowe, holding her bag, raised an eyebrow at him, a beautiful face gleaming with a flirtatious smile: "Austin White, don’t think I don’t know your little thoughts. You can’t even enter sister’s fishpond."

Austin White waved goodbye, his eyelids slightly lowered: "Well then, goodnight?"

"Goodnight, kid." Irene Rowe blew a kiss, turned, and walked away with a seductive sway...

The next day, Seraphina Sinclair slowly awoke and discovered she was the only one in the room, feeling a bit unaccustomed.

Usually, there’d be that little one always around her, chattering, but today it was exceptionally quiet.

"But that’s fine, alone it’s quite quiet." She put down the financial magazine in her hand and walked to the dining table to find breakfast already prepared.

"Didn’t expect him to be quite considerate." Seraphina Sinclair smiled knowingly, her dissatisfaction with Desmond Fairchild lessening a bit.

A phone rang.

"Hello?"

"In a few days, there’s a party at the Southern Suburbs Clubhouse, it’s far from the city. My car has a flat tire and is in the shop for some other issues, so you might need to go." Irene Rowe’s voice came through the line.

"Okay, you arrange it, send me the schedule, and I’ll attend when the time comes."

Having hung up the phone, Seraphina Sinclair nestled into the sofa, engrossed in her book, completely unaware that someone had come in from the front door.

It wasn’t until the person stood in front of Seraphina Sinclair, looking down at her with an aura of pressure, that she noticed the visitor. Looking up, she saw a woman dressed in grand attire, exuding nobility.

However, the contempt in the woman’s eyes was not concealed.

How did she get into my house? Seraphina Sinclair wondered, yet outwardly she remained composed.

Morgan Fairchild looked at her from above, eyes with exquisite eye makeup filled with deep dissatisfaction.

Just a mere maid, daring to sit on the owner’s sofa, utterly brazen!

Thinking this, her expression turned increasingly unpleasant, involuntarily wanting to put her in her place.

This was information she had spent a long time gathering. Thinking of this, Morgan Fairchild surveyed the surroundings, further solidifying her thoughts.