"Why are you looking for Irene Rowe? You two..."
Seraphina Sinclair dragged her words, could it be that this brat Austin White had taken a fancy to Irene Rowe?
Looking at Seraphina’s curious gaze, Austin couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty, unsure of how to respond.
He and Irene truly had no personal connections, but every ti he saw Irene, he felt sothing special.
A sense of eting too late.
"No, godmother! What are you thinking?" But the more Austin hastily denied, the more Seraphina felt sothing wasn’t right, sensing another trail.
"Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. But Austin, you’re not young anymore, if you like soone, try pursuing her, okay?"
Seeing Austin’s cheeks redden, Seraphina knew this brat was a bit shy, so she didn’t continue the conversation to avoid embarrassing him, but left it at that.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
As Seraphina and Austin were engrossed in conversation, the room’s door suddenly was knocked on.
Seraphina gave Austin a look to let him go open the door.
When Austin opened the door, he found Desmond Fairchild standing there, holding a clay pot and a bowl.
The two stood at the doorway stunned for a mont, before Austin ca to his senses and imdiately stepped aside to let Desmond in.
"You go in and keep my godmother company, I’ll leave now."
Austin was always smart, and seeing the situation, he imdiately offered to give them so private ti.
Desmond nodded towards Austin.
"Austin, did soone co to visit?"
Seraphina’s room was quite large, with so vertical distance between the bed and the door. So she couldn’t see what was happening outside.
Not until Desmond slowly walked toward her with the stuff he was holding did Seraphina see who had co.
Looking at the things he’d brought, Seraphina’s eyes held a trace of surprise. Did he make that?
"What? Don’t recognize anymore?" Desmond, seeing Seraphina silent, felt a bit uncomfortable, raised an eyebrow, and asked.
"Oh, no." Seraphina cald her emotions, replied softly.
Thinking about last night’s events, she felt a lingering fear.
Although Seraphina knew deep down that Desmond’s words yesterday didn’t an to pry into her past, whenever she ntioned the past, her emotions would uncontrollably transform her into a neurotic, sothing she didn’t like about herself.
Back at Diamond Island, Seraphina had tried various ways to change her state, but unfortunately never found a good thod.
"If you’re feeling alright, have so food then, I made you so nutritious soup."
Seraphina had been overwheld during this period, hardly eating a proper al, her body had thinned out a lot, the little flesh on her face appearing even more gaunt.
Looking at the pot filled with white chicken broth emitting a strong aroma, Seraphina couldn’t help but feel puzzled, looking at Desmond in surprise and asking, "Did you make this?"
The soup looked good, the at fresh and white, evidently simred for several hours. Seraphina indeed hadn’t expected Desmond to have such a skill.
"Yeah." Desmond didn’t hide it, nodded, and teased, "Moved? Maybe offer yourself in return?"
Seraphina glared at him, holding the bowl of soup Desmond handed over, feeling indeed a gentle warmth.
But before drinking the soup, she had sothing she wanted to make clear to Desmond.
Seraphina deliberately kept a straight face while looking at Desmond, then spoke very seriously: "Your company must have a lot going on as well, I really appreciate your care during this ti. But I’m much better now, Austin can take care of at ho, you should busy yourself with your work."
Even though Seraphina had been frequently unconscious during this period, she knew whenever she woke up, Desmond was always by her side, showing he surely hadn’t gone to his company but stayed to take care of her.
But, Seraphina didn’t want Desmond to do this, nor did she want to beco a burden for them; at least not to affect others’ lives.
Desmond pursed his lips, didn’t directly answer: "Just take care of yourself, don’t worry about my business."
Desmond understood Seraphina’s intentions, but he never took these things seriously.
"No, I’m really almost better now. From tomorrow, go back to work, don’t make worry anymore. My illness isn’t sothing that will be cured in a day or two, having you always around just makes feel even more useless, okay?"
Seeing Seraphina’s determined gaze, Desmond finally yielded, quietly responded: "I promise you."
He didn’t know when it started, but Desmond found whenever facing Seraphina, he’d inexplicably feel flustered.
If Seraphina recently had rare monts of quiet life, then Shirley Lynch’s days were much tougher.
Since Desmond announced the termination of cooperation with The Lynches, their developnt had been in decline, Peter Lynch spending his days drinking and socializing outside, hoping to secure more deals for the company.
But sadly, in Bayside City’s comrcial circles, upon hearing The Lynches had parted ways with Cloudsea Group, nobody dared to get involved. Most rely showed Peter Lynch surface level respect, without providing any substantial assistance.
In just a month, the once sowhat flourishing Lynch Group had declined to the point of being ignored. Many companies that previously cooperated with The Lynches even chose to pay large breach of contract fees to terminate their agreents.
As the person in charge, Peter naturally was very anxious about the cash flow, his hair turning largely white in a month.
His pain wasn’t just because The Lynches were declining due to operational issues, but because of his daughter’s selfish desires, leading to the current predicant.
Another late night, Peter at a business eting until ten o’clock, a failed negotiation, returned ho barely holding himself together, slumped directly at the doorstep.
Shirley had been waiting for her father at ho, until hearing the doorbell ring, she imdiately got up from the living room sofa and jogged to the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw her father intoxicated and seated at the doorstep, her heart feeling incredibly heavy.
"Dad, are you alright?"
Shirley squatted beside her father, tentatively asked.
In his torpor, Peter seed to hear his daughter’s voice, instinctively opened his eyes.
When he saw Shirley looking at him with tear-filled eyes, he felt a surge of tenderness, quickly showing her a smile and saying, "My dear girl, what’s making you cry? Is soone bullying you? Tell daddy, and he’ll stand up for you!"
Even today, as The Lynches were in constant decline, Peter could still say these words, which only made Shirley feel worse.
During this ti, she didn’t even dare to go to the company, because Shirley feared facing a reality she couldn’t bear.
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