CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: YOU INSISTED ON GOING HOME WITH ME

Serena Everett nodded indifferently and replied, "Hmm."

Watching this scene, Seth Sterling found it even more interesting. He was used to seeing women go to great lengths to get close to Damian Quinn, but this was the first woman to be so indifferent to his Damian!

Seth Sterling was burning with curiosity, ignoring the warning look Damian gave him before leaving. With a playful smile in his charming eyes, he pressed on eagerly.

"Sis, what’s your relationship with my Damian?"

What relationship?

The question stumped Serena Everett, and she tilted her head, thinking it over.

They weren’t exactly friends, but they were more familiar than strangers...

"Sis, it’s okay if you don’t want to say! I think I get it anyway..."

Seth Sterling was busy trying to become chummy with her, but when he noticed the milk in her hand, his face stiffened instantly.

"Damn, sis, don’t tell me you’re underage?"

If that’s true, Damian is a real beast!

"I’m of age."

Serena Everett took another sip of milk through the straw, her delicate porcelain face devoid of expression, creating a strong sense of contrast.

She was unbelievably cute.

Hearing this, Seth Sterling let out a sigh of relief and patted his chest reassuringly.

Exactly, Damian wouldn’t be that inappropriate!

"How boring to drink milk! Want to try some wine?" Seth Sterling raised an eyebrow at her, smiling mischievously, as if trying to trick a kid.

She hadn’t drunk wine before...

Serena Everett thought for a moment, then nodded without hesitation, "Sure."

"Gotta love how straightforward you are, sis!" Seth Sterling immediately called over a waiter, ordered a bottle of red wine, and filled a glass for her, "Come on, let’s have a toast!"

Serena Everett took a sip, the taste of fruit and floral notes filling her mouth. It was quite nice!

She had a few more sips and quickly finished a whole glass. It tasted really good, but her head started feeling a bit dizzy...

...

"So, so, Damian, have you seen that girl from the Everett family?" The excited voice of Old Mrs. Quinn came from the other end of the phone, "Didn’t Granny tell you? She’s an absolute gem!"

Damian Quinn rubbed his temples with his long, jade-like fingers, "Granny, she’d already left by the time I arrived."

Hearing this, Old Mrs. Quinn was both angry and regretful on the other end of the line, "Told you to not dawdle! You’ve really pissed me off. Don’t talk to me for a whole week!"

Looking at the phone that had been hung up, Damian Quinn’s eyes filled with helplessness. Returning to the private room, he had just reached the door when he heard Seth Sterling’s pained cry as he was kicked out.

"Ouch, my butt..."

Seth Sterling struggled to get up from the floor, clutching his sorely bitten skin, his handsome face full of disbelief.

He had actually been kicked out by a little girl, and even his butt was bruised...

If this got out, where would Young Master Sterling’s face be!!!

"What happened?"

Hearing Damian Quinn’s voice, Seth Sterling immediately held his butt and started complaining, "Damian, you’ve got to back me up. I saw she was acting weird after drinking so I tried to take her glass away, but she suddenly attacked me and booted me right out..."

"Who told you to give her alcohol?"

Damian Quinn’s expression turned icy in an instant, his sharp gaze landing on him.

Seth Sterling couldn’t help but shiver, knowing full well that Damian Quinn was angry.

But he knew he was in the wrong about this, so he lowered his head sheepishly.

Without wasting more time on him, Damian Quinn quickly stepped into the private room, a rare sense of concern rising in his heart.

In the room.

Serena Everett’s pretty, upturned fox eyes were misty, clearly drunk. Yet her delicate porcelain face was icy, radiating a strong sense of vigilance, and anyone who tried to approach her was attacked.

"Look what you’ve done."

Damian’s cold gaze swept over him, exuding a terrifying chill.

"I know I was wrong, Damian, don’t be mad!" Seth Sterling shrank back sheepishly, "I didn’t know she couldn’t handle her drinks—she just had one glass and got this drunk..."

"I’ll deal with you later."

Damian left this icy remark before gently looking at Serena Everett, slowly approaching her, his deep and magnetic voice filled with warmth.

"Don’t be scared, little one, I’m here..."

The little girl was extremely vigilant and aggressive now. Others couldn’t get close to her, so he could only settle her like this.

"Damian, don’t get closer, this little girl is seriously good at kicking people..."

Before Seth Sterling could finish his sentence, he saw Damian Quinn gently place his hand on Serena Everett’s shoulder. He clicked his tongue, as if predicting what would happen.

Oh no, Damian was going to get kicked too...

But to Seth Sterling’s shock, as soon as Damian Quinn touched her shoulder, Serena Everett obediently snuggled into his embrace.

Her meek appearance was a stark contrast to the fierce kick that had sent him flying just moments ago.

Shit!

Seth Sterling couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

In this world, he was the only one getting hurt!

Snuggled in his arms, Serena Everett felt a strange sense of security. She rubbed against him, instinctively wrapping her lotus-white arms around his neck, looking incredibly well-behaved.

Damian’s always-hard heart instantly softened, his beautifully sculpted hands tightly clasping her slender waist, and he picked her up, striding out the door.

Seth Sterling ground his teeth in anger. Was this the same person who had kicked him flying just now?!

He miserably clutched his bruised backside, too afraid to follow, and thinking about how Damian Quinn would deal with him later made him feel even colder.

He truly was unlucky, as if his mother named misfortune and opened the door, it was all around!

"Master Damian, what happened?"

Watching Damian Quinn carry Serena Everett out in a princess carry, Chase Sherman looked puzzled but quickly opened the car door.

"Be good, get in the car, I’ll take you home."

Damian Quinn placed her inside the car, wanting her to sit by herself, but as soon as he let go, Serena’s delicate porcelain face tensed up, clinging to his arm relentlessly.

Chase Sherman, noticing this, couldn’t help but speak up, "Master Damian, it seems only you can approach her right now. You can’t leave her side, or she’ll become anxious and uneasy again..."

Even if they sent her home, in her current state of not letting anyone near, her family couldn’t take care of her properly either.

Looking at the little girl clinging to him, Damian Quinn lowered his captivating peach blossom eyes, gazing at her with a fond smile.

"Little one, you insisted on going home with me."