Seraphina Sinclair wanted to say sothing, but Desmond Fairchild covered her little mouth with his hand: "It’s getting late, let’s rest first. We can talk about anything tomorrow."
Seraphina looked up at the clock on the nightstand, and sure enough, it was already past one in the morning. She had been busy all day today and was actually already tired. Now that she relaxed, she suddenly felt her eyelids beco heavy.
Opening her mouth slightly, she let out a yawn and found a comfortable position in Desmond’s embrace, soon hearing her steady breathing.
Desmond couldn’t help but chuckle, softly murmuring, "Just like a little kitten."
A new day, new hope.
The morning sunlight spilled through the window into the room, and there was no one on the big bed anymore.
Seraphina and Desmond slept in each other’s arms that night. Both were workaholics; even if there was no alarm clock and they went to bed late, they both woke up in sync at seven on the dot.
While Seraphina was washing her face and brushing her teeth in the bathroom, Desmond was getting changed. Once he was done, and went to freshen up, Seraphina started changing. They busied themselves independently, yet harmoniously.
It only took a little over ten minutes for both of them to get ready, and they stood at the door, exchanging smiles and morning greetings.
They left the room together, and as they went to have breakfast, they ran into everyone else who was also there for breakfast.
Seraphina glanced around briefly and saw Fiona, Skylark, Rosalie, Polo, Jude, and Camille were all present.
Generally, at this hour, not everyone would be up yet. At most, only Skylark would be around. Had the sun risen from the west today that everyone was already here?
"What’s up? Everyone got sothing to do today? Why are you all up so early?" Seraphina casually looked at everyone and sat down to start her breakfast.
Everyone’s gazes were like searchlights focused on her, not moving away for even a second, especially Rosalie, whose eyes seed glued to Seraphina.
Noticing the unusual stares, Seraphina couldn’t help but ask, "Eat your breakfast if you have to; why are you all staring at ? Do I have food on my face?"
Desmond’s lips curved slightly as he seated himself to enjoy his breakfast. Having lived at Azure Cloud Shores for nearly two years, he was more familiar with it than others. After all, he was the man of the house and felt quite at ease.
But that wasn’t what the others were concerned about; they were just curious whether Desmond and Seraphina had reconciled.
Yet no one had the courage to ask, not even the gossip-loving Fiona dared to speak up.
Eventually, Rosalie couldn’t hold back and quietly asked Seraphina, "Darling, what’s going on? Have you two patched things up?"
Seraphina looked up at Desmond, her smile spreading across her lips, but what she said was not exactly that: "No, we haven’t."
Desmond’s brows slightly furrowed, but he didn’t refute.
"Then what is this..." Rosalie’s eyes moved back and forth between Seraphina and Desmond. If they hadn’t made up, could they co out of the room together and have breakfast together?
"Is there a problem?" Seraphina took a bite of the fried breadstick Desmond offered her, looking calm.
Desmond and she were ant to be together. Whether they made up or broke up, it was her business. She knew others were concerned, but even now, they weren’t truly reconciled. After all, she hadn’t agreed to it yet.
Seeing the natural way the two interacted, even if Seraphina said they hadn’t reconciled, everyone else wasn’t blind. They could discern the situation themselves.
Rosalie quietly reminded Seraphina, "Darling, don’t bla for not reminding you, but don’t forget the things Desmond did before. Naturally, I support you two making up, but this ti, make sure to stay sharp and don’t get tricked again."
"Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing." Seraphina smiled slightly, indicating to Rosalie not to worry.
Then Rosalie gave Desmond a hostile glare: "Even if you two have made up, I still have sothing to say. If you dare to hurt Seraphina again, I, Rosalie Quinn, will do everything in my power to ruin you."
"I won’t give you that chance," Desmond confidently curved his thin lips.
"It better be so." Rosalie snorted coldly, still not warming to Desmond.
As for the others, most shared Rosalie’s sentints. But they didn’t voice them, or perhaps they didn’t have the right to voice them. Seraphina’s life was not theirs to rule over, and her decisions they couldn’t ddle in; all they could do was quietly support her.
Camille, who never got involved in these matters, silently finished her breakfast and then got up to leave.
Skylark wasn’t too concerned with Seraphina’s issues either. After all, safeguarding Seraphina was a task Joel White had given her, but Seraphina’s relationship problems were not her business, nor did she wish to interfere.
Thus, after breakfast, she too departed.
As for Fiona, she actually supported Desmond. To her, Jude being so young definitely needed a father, and since Desmond was Jude’s biological dad, it was naturally best if he and Seraphina were together.
So before she left, she secretly made a fist gesture of encouragent to Desmond, eyes firm, saying, "President Fairchild, I support you! Keep it up!"
Soon enough, the dining room was left with just Seraphina’s family of three along with Polo.
Polo was still a bit afraid of Desmond. Each ti she faced his cold expression, she instinctively hid behind Seraphina. This ti was no different; the mont Desmond appeared, she quickly crawled to Seraphina’s side to hide, fearing eye contact with Desmond.
"Polo, don’t be afraid. Uncle isn’t a bad person; he just looks a little stern." Seraphina couldn’t help but speak up for him when she saw how Polo dared not face Desmond.
She tugged gently at Polo’s little hand, trying to get her to greet Desmond.
However, Polo absolutely refused to face Desmond, clutching onto Seraphina’s clothes tightly with a defiant expression.
Seraphina shot a glance at Desmond, who, though a bit unwilling, put away his cold deanor in favor of a genial expression, actively greeting Polo: "Little girl, co to uncle."
Polo shook her head vigorously, muttering softly, "Uncle is a bad person, I don’t want to go."
Hearing Polo’s words, Seraphina nearly burst into laughter. When she saw Desmond’s carefully maintained pleasant deanor darken instantly, she softly chastised, "What kind of expression is that? Take it back! Don’t scare my sweet Polo."
Desmond squinted slightly, suppressing his displeasure, and a smile once again spread across his handso face: "Polo, Uncle isn’t a bad person. How about Uncle makes you butterfly shrimp another day?"
Upon hearing about the butterfly shrimp, Polo’s eyes flickered slightly. She cautiously peeked out a little head from behind Seraphina and asked softly, "Can Uncle really make butterfly shrimp?"
Though Seraphina didn’t really want to admit it, Desmond’s cooking skills were indeed impressive. Thus, she had to help him out: "The butterfly shrimp you had before was all made by Uncle. He’s a great cook. Whatever you want to eat, he can make for you."
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