Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy! Chapter 202: A Family of Three

She looked at the two large dishes on the table, and upon opening them, they revealed enticing steaks.

Whether judging by appearance or aroma, these steaks seed to have quite a texture. Seraphina Sinclair only glanced twice before her appetite surged.

She showed an expectant smile: "May I try?"

"Of course." Desmond Fairchild said as he cut a tender piece from his own steak and placed it on Seraphina’s plate, "I know you don’t like it too rare, so it’s dium-well. Give it a try."

Seraphina took a gentle bite, and her eyes lit up instantly: "This has to be the best steak I’ve ever had."

"Glad you like it." Desmond’s tone was casual, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, but his eyes indicated a good mood.

"The flavor is amazing. How is it made? No matter how good the ingredients are, making such a taste is really impressive." Seraphina sincerely praised.

Desmond listened to her praise over this al, a hint of displeasure appeared on his god-like face: "What? Interested in the chef? Or do you think my culinary skills can’t match his?"

Indeed, this man’s gentleness was temporary.

Seraphina looked at his scowling face and quickly denied: "I just think the steak he made is quite nice, but in my heart, your cooking suits my taste the best."

Desmond glanced at her lightly with a tone of suspicion: "Is that so?"

"How could it not be true?" If she weren’t wearing a pretty dress today and weren’t outside, Seraphina would have pounded her chest to assert her innocence.

"My cooking is naturally the best; others can’t match it." Despite Desmond’s boastful words, he did the gentlest thing by cutting pieces of steak and placing them in Seraphina’s plate, feeling imnsely satisfied watching her eat with a beaming smile.

Seraphina had long understood this man’s character and didn’t argue, obediently lowered her head to eat.

Red wine with steak is a standard pairing in Western cuisine.

However, due to Seraphina’s health, she was best avoiding alcohol, so Desmond had only prepared orange juice for her.

Seraphina’s appetite was not large; she couldn’t even finish one steak.

Desmond saw she was done eating, looked at her outfit, and furrowed his eyebrows: "Why did you wear so little when going out today?"

She wore a dark blue fishtail skirt with a radiant texture, paired with pure crystal accessories, making her look dazzling like a rmaid princess just out of water.

Speaking of evening gowns, Seraphina playfully glared at him: "If you hadn’t said we were attending a cocktail party, would I have dressed like this?"

Had she known it was just a date, she’d have dressed more casually.

Who knew this wretched man said it was a cocktail party, prompting her to dress up.

"Let’s go ho and change clothes first; later, I’ll take you to a place." Desmond said, looking at her evening gown, and gently draped a coat on her shoulders. In this cold weather, wearing so little makes it easy to catch a cold despite the heating.

Seraphina thought she’d just have a al and go ho, but it turned out there was another plan.

For the past twenty years, she had always followed the footsteps of unreliable n and had never been treated so gently.

Aside from her dad, no one else cared enough to spend such ti on her.

She was indeed moved by everything Desmond did.

But she was too afraid; she really wanted an outco with him, yet when she thought of her past, she always hesitated, afraid to move forward.

Seeing her suddenly stand in a daze, Desmond frowned and asked: "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seraphina snapped back and quickly shook her head: "I’m fine, let’s go."

When they returned ho, Jude Sinclair and Camille White were playing gas.

Seeing them return, Jude looked puzzled: "Mom and Dad, why are you back? I thought you weren’t coming ho today."

"Why did you think that?" Seraphina asked, confused.

"Even big brother went on a date." Jude remarked, implying.

The ssage was clear: if even big brother was on a date, you two must be dating as well.

It’s a logic even kids understood, yet Seraphina hadn’t caught on earlier, now realizing she might indeed be slow.

After Jude’s words, Seraphina blushed with embarrassnt. She embraced Jude and shyly said: "You little rascal, what nonsense are you saying? Your mom’s not soone who forgets her son for romance."

"I know, Mom is the best." Jude pushed Seraphina away and sat back to continue his match with Camille.

But Seraphina wasn’t done; she held Jude’s hand and wouldn’t let go: "Son, Dad is taking Mom sowhere later, you should co too."

Jude widened his eyes and looked at Desmond: "I want to stay ho and play gas. Can I not go?"

Unexpectedly, Desmond seed indifferent, showing a gentle smile on his expressionless face: "In that case, Jude should go too."

Jude pointed at himself with his little finger: " too?"

Desmond nodded: "Yes."

If Jude was going, then Camille couldn’t be forgotten either.

So Seraphina invited him too: "Camille, do you want to join us?"

Camille, who didn’t enjoy crowds and didn’t like Desmond much, smiled and declined: "Godmother, I won’t go. With Jude gone, I’ll head ho first."

Knowing Camille’s personality, Seraphina didn’t insist: "Then be safe on your way ho and call if you need anything."

After seeing Camille off, the family bundled up warmly before heading out.

As soon as they stepped out, thick snowflakes began to fall.

The black night sky was dotted with flakes of white, appearing dream-like.

Seraphina rubbed her hands and sighed: "Looks like it’s going to be a white Christmas."

The n, however, felt little towards such a scene, unlike won who adored things without tangible feeling.

Jude, carrying his laptop, tugged at Seraphina’s coat: "Mom, it’s cold at the door. Let’s get in the car."

Feeling the biting cold as well, Seraphina quickly helped Jude into the car.

Seeing Desmond still standing there, Seraphina waved and shouted: "Get in the car, what are you waiting for."

Desmond watched Seraphina and Jude, his eyes warming, and his chilled lips curled into a smile of happiness: "I’m coming."

The happiest monts in life are none other than these, with wife and child by one’s side. It was more than enough.

Their harmonious family set off, followed closely by Rosalie Quinn who rushed after them with Simon Finch.

Though unclear where Desmond and his family were headed, following them was surely the right call.

But this ti, Simon wasn’t in agreent with her, voicing his first objection: "Considering they’re getting along well, isn’t it inappropriate for us to follow?"