Seraphina Sinclair was full of anger, glaring, "You like drinking, don’t you? Co drink with !"
Desmond Fairchild’s thin lips curled into a smile, and he spoke with interest, "What’s the point of drinking alone? I’ll join Miss Sinclair."
Quentin Jennings, being as sly as ever, imdiately understood this ant getting them drunk.
His head was filled with images that shouldn’t be broadcasted, and he chuckled lewdly.
He swiftly took on the role of a waiter, lining up rows of glasses, and then pouring alcohol, leaving the two on the side puzzled. Who exactly was this woman, with Master Fairchild drinking and Quentin Jennings serving?
Indeed, they were a bunch of mischievous friends. Seraphina Sinclair glanced around with her bright and clear features, gave Quentin Jennings a thumbs-down, and grabbed a glass, downing it in one gulp.
Desmond Fairchild raised his thick eyebrows, followed her lead, and also downed one in a gulp.
The two started drinking, taking turns with one glass each, while only Quentin Jennings continued serving, acting mischievously as a persistent waiter.
Desmond Fairchild’s tolerance for alcohol was honed through life-and-death situations; he had never been seen drunk all these years.
Seraphina Sinclair could hold her liquor well too, but compared to Desmond Fairchild, she was still a bit lacking. By the end, Seraphina’s cheeks were rosy, and her eyes grew increasingly bright and clear, but Desmond Fairchild knew she was drunk.
She had an air of superiority; she would not show such a resentful expression.
In the next mont, Seraphina Sinclair slapped Desmond Fairchild’s arm and pinched him!
"Desmond Fairchild, have you been good to ? I support you, I give you money to spend, give you sons, and at night I work hard to earn money to keep the household. And you! All around you, there are young ladies chirping away!"
Saying this, Seraphina Sinclair was incredibly aggrieved.
Was she working?
She glanced to the side at a strange woman waiting nervously, while Desmond Fairchild’s big hand touched her smooth cheek, "It’s my fault."
Irene Rowe was terrified as the boss glanced at her, "President Fairchild... our President Sinclair."
Quentin Jennings moved in, dragging her aside for a scolding, "Don’t you know any better, getting in the way of a couple’s fun? What are you, a third wheel? Off you go."
Irene Rowe walked away in a daze, couple!?
Seraphina Sinclair received Desmond Fairchild’s apology and imdiately felt happy. In the next second, she sprang up, held up a glass, and toasted the few people beside her, "Desmond will turn over a new leaf from now on, you’re his friends, help supervise him!"
Quentin Jennings had been holding back laughter, imdiately chiming in, "Well said! Sis, co on, let toast to you too!"
After speaking, Quentin Jennings gulped down his drink with deep feelings while Seraphina Sinclair, slightly bewildered, blinked at his drinking capacity. Not one to be looked down on, she also downed her drink in one swallow!
The people around exchanged glances, knowing Quentin Jennings had the closest relationship with Young Master Fairchild. With him leading the charge in drinking, they all felt obliged to follow suit, right?
Thus, everyone drank in a round, while Desmond Fairchild took a drag of his cigarette, said nothing, nor did he stop them; his dark eyes remained calm and steady, blooming like flowers under the flickering lights, with a hint of smile.
Seraphina Sinclair drank the last sip, wobbled a bit on her feet, clearly quite drunk. Desmond Fairchild glanced lightly, stood, extended his strong arm, and scooped up the soft and pliant woman, his large hand caressing her face, "Alright, ti to go ho, our son is still at ho."
Thinking of Jude Sinclair, Seraphina Sinclair sobered herself a bit. That’s right, Jude is still at ho!
Seraphina Sinclair clung to the man’s neck, murmuring sleepily, "Then quickly take ho!"
Desmond Fairchild ignored the stunned gazes from the crowd, carried the woman horizontally, leaving behind a warning that no one is allowed to leak what happened today.
Lucas Rhodes, always the gossip, was nearly going crazy with curiosity as he watched their departing backs.
After all, Desmond Fairchild being managed by a woman was big news which thrilled him. What’s more, this woman truly exuded the aura of a queen consort.
"Who exactly is this woman who can ta our Young Master Fairchild? Tell quickly who she is!"
"The biological mother of his son." That was all Quentin Jennings could say.
"When did Young Master Fairchild have a son?" Lucas Rhodes blinked in confusion, having heard nothing of Desmond Fairchild getting married and having a child!
Quentin Jennings pressed his forefinger against his thin lips, mysteriously saying, "Heaven’s secrets must not be disclosed."
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