Who knew that Seraphina Sinclair doesn’t sleep at night and won’t wake up during the day!
"You lazy girl, get up, get up now! I need your help with sothing." Rosalie Quinn grabbed Seraphina Sinclair’s arm and pulled hard.
"I’m really so sleepy, Rosalie. If you need sothing, go find your dear boyfriend. All I want to do now is sleep." Seraphina Sinclair yawned, covering her mouth, her eyes almost unable to open.
Rosalie wasn’t about to let her sleep; she was desperately trying to drag her up: "What ti is it and you’re still sleeping? Have you prepared the gift for Desmond Fairchild? Today is Christmas!"
As soon as she heard the word "gift," Seraphina Sinclair instantly woke up, turning over and sitting up with a serious look: "Oh no! I’ve been so busy with the conference these last couple of days that I completely forgot about the gift!"
"Sis, he’s the father of your child for heaven’s sake, can’t you be a bit more attentive? It’s already almost noon today, and it’s definitely too late to select a good gift, so we have to take a different approach." Rosalie sat up straight, her eyes sparkling.
Seraphina Sinclair looked at her enthusiastic expression and couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious: "Why do I feel like you’re more worried than I am? You’re not trying to ss with , are you?"
"What nonsense are you talking? I’m your good friend, how could I be trying to ss with you?" Rosalie said, pulling out her cellphone from her bag, and started typing away furiously, who knows what she was up to.
Before long, she handed the phone to Seraphina Sinclair, with a satisfied look on her beautiful face: "Take a look."
Seraphina Sinclair reached out to take it, muttering: "What is it?"
She took the phone and saw what’s written: "Christmas Boyfriend Strategy."
It described everything from the gift-giving stage to the indescribable part with full details, very exciting and thrilling.
Seraphina Sinclair’s face turned red and her heart raced; she directly refused: "No way, I can’t do this."
"Who told you to look at those later parts, I ant the gift-giving part." Rosalie rolled her eyes, chuckling, "For soone like your husband who has money, he’s definitely not lacking anything, no matter what you give he’ll accept it, but it won’t be anything special. To make him rember this Christmas, you gotta do sothing special."
"Are you saying, make him a al myself?" Seraphina Sinclair pointed with her trembling finger at one of the suggestions listed.
Rosalie nodded enthusiastically: "Exactly, getting to eat a al personally made by his wife, isn’t that a wonderful gift?"
"You know my cooking skills, this doesn’t apply to ." Seraphina Sinclair raised her little arms in defeat, "You’re making this difficult for ."
Rosalie poked her forehead in frustration: "It’s precisely those who rarely cook who need to make a al, the significance is even greater. If it were soone who could effortlessly make a lavish feast to make this al, where’s the surprise?"
That does make so sense.
"Just think, you don’t usually cook. If today you specially cook for him to celebrate the holiday and work hard to produce a relatively good dinner, enjoying a lovely ti together, which man could resist the image of a virtuous wife?" Rosalie made her case passionately, she herself almost wanted to try it.
Seraphina Sinclair disagreed: "Your idea is not reliable, my cooking is terrible. Besides, we have a cocktail party to attend tonight, so there’s no ti for a ho-cooked al."
"What cocktail party is so important? Must attend today?" Rosalie was really annoyed, "Today is Christmas, just as important as Valentine’s Day, and you two are actually going to so ridiculous cocktail party? What kind of cocktail party is scheduled for today, why didn’t I receive an invitation?"
Given Rosalie’s status in the circles, it’s impossible she didn’t receive an invitation.
Seraphina Sinclair blinked and shook her head: "I don’t know either, I didn’t receive an invitation. Desmond said I should attend, that’s why I... ah."
"Oh? Now I understand." Rosalie pondered, stroking her chin after hearing this, "Then you’ll need to dress beautifully today, have you bought a dress?"
Rosalie’s sudden change in topic left Seraphina Sinclair unresponsive, she blankly responded: "Ah, I have many new gowns I haven’t worn yet."
"I’ll pick a stunning one for you later then." Rosalie said as she sprang into action, searching through Seraphina Sinclair’s wardrobe, finally finding a gown she felt was both stylish and classy.
Jude Sinclair, having just finished his winter howork, wanted to go out for lunch with Seraphina Sinclair, only to find the two won busy in the room preparing for the holiday, sotis searching for clothes, sotis looking for accessories, or deliberating over what gift was appropriate.
He pouted and dialed Austin White: "Second brother, I’m hungry."
"Isn’t your godmother ho? Ask her to make you sothing." Austin White, shopping for clothes at the mall, replied dismissively to Jude Sinclair’s call.
"Mom is going on a date with Dad tonight; she’s busy preparing with godmother and doesn’t have ti to make food." Jude Sinclair, holding his iPad, walked to the living room, instinctively opening the takeout app, realizing Austin wouldn’t join him for lunch.
Sure enough, Austin responded quickly: "Then order takeout yourself, second brother has a date today, can’t keep you company."
Before he could say a few more words, the call was abruptly ended by Austin. Jude Sinclair stared at his phone with a sullen look, secretly vowing to grow up quickly.
These adults are so boring. Just because it’s Christmas, they’re all so excited, he doesn’t understand why.
At his young age, Jude Sinclair had no concept of holidays akin to Valentine’s Day, in his mind as long as Mid-Autumn, Dragon Boat Festival, and Chinese New Year are celebrated, it’s a holiday, even though many tis they didn’t really celebrate those either.
Jude Sinclair picked up his iPad, browsing through the takeout options.
Just when he was choosing, the doorbell suddenly rang.
He ran to the door with small steps, seeing Camille White’s charming face with a red nose from the cold outside.
"Third brother, why did you co?" Jude Sinclair looked at Camille White’s cold-red nose and quickly opened the door to let him in.
Camille White entered the hall, imdiately feeling much warr, opened his small dicine box, and pulled out a bottle of dicine for Jude Sinclair: "This is for your godmother, newly developed pills, where’s she now?"
"In the room." Jude Sinclair shrugged helplessly, "But she might not have ti for you now, she’s preparing for the evening’s date."
"Your parents are going out on a date, but what about you?" Camille White looked at adorable little Jude with a teasing smile, "Don’t you want to tag along?"
Jude Sinclair imdiately shook his head: "No way, it’s freezing outside, at ho is much better."
"I happen to be free too, why not keep you company?" Although it’s Christmas, Camille White was alone, so having Jude Sinclair as company was quite a joy.
"Sure, I’ve been wanting soone to play gas with." Jude Sinclair’s eyes lit up, he’d been fretting over finding soone to play with and Camille conveniently showed up.
Since kindergarten officially went on break, he couldn’t continue attending special training, or it would raise Seraphina Sinclair’s suspicions.
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