CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: WHERE ARE YOU LOOKING, LITTLE ONE?

Half an hour later, a black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the private villa.

The servants widened their eyes in shock when they saw Damian Quinn carrying a girl out of the car.

This was Master Damian’s private residence. They had worked here for so long and it was the first time they saw Master Damian bring someone over, and it was a girl!

Sensing their shock, Damian Quinn cast a slightly warning glance at them, his voice cold, making people involuntarily feel fearful.

"Don’t let Grandma know about this."

With Grandma’s temperament, if she knew he brought a girl home, she would definitely come looking for her, which might scare the little girl...

"Yes, yes, Master Damian, our lips are sealed. We absolutely won’t let the old lady know!" the servants quickly and respectfully agreed.

"Okay."

Damian Quinn nodded, tenderly holding the little girl in his arms as he strode inside.

"Master Damian, drunk people usually feel uncomfortable. Let us help this young lady freshen up..."

"No need." Damian Quinn refused coldly, "I’ll do it myself."

Currently, no one else could get close to the little girl except him, so only he could help her freshen up.

Upon hearing this, the servants were even more astonished, looking at the scene with wide-open mouths in disbelief.

Master Damian was actually going to help the little girl freshen up himself...

"Hmm?"

With a glance from Damian Quinn, the servants quickly suppressed their shock and went to prepare towels and other items.

"Mmm..."

Serena Everett murmured, nuzzling uncomfortably in his arms.

"Little one, what’s wrong?" Damian Quinn immediately looked down at the little girl in his arms, his handsome face showing a bit of seriousness.

"It feels uneasy here..."

Serena reached out to hug her own head, her tone pitifully endearing.

"Headache?"

Damian Quinn raised his hand, gently massaging her head. His long, deep peach blossom eyes narrowed dangerously, thinking Seth Sterling would need to answer for this!

Feeling the comforting force on her head, Serena’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and she contentedly nestled in his arms to enjoy.

"Master Damian, the towels are ready."

The servants moved quickly, preparing everything swiftly. Even though they were already mentally prepared, they were still surprised upon seeing this scene.

Master Damian was actually massaging the little girl’s head without any sign of impatience, his eyes filled only with tenderness, pampering her as if she were something precious!

It seems like the Quinn Family will soon have a Young Madam!!!

"Alright, you all may leave."

Damian Quinn casually responded, gently placing the little girl on the velvet bed, then reached out to wring out a towel, ready to freshen her up.

But the little girl was completely uncooperative, no matter how much he coaxed, she remained unwilling.

For the first time, Damian Quinn was at a loss, helplessly raising an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping across her face, his deep, magnetic voice full of fondness.

"Little one, if you keep this up, I might just have to handle you."

Drunken and disoriented, Serena seemed to understand his words, blinking her eyes, pursing her lips as she looked at him.

Facing the little girl’s gaze, Damian Quinn couldn’t help but laugh softly, reaching out to squeeze her face, "Behave and I won’t have to handle you..."

Before the man finished speaking, Serena suddenly reached out, hooked her hands around his neck, and pulled him down onto the bed, flipping over to pin him beneath her. Her ivory fingers forcefully tugged at his tie, and she spoke coldly and imperiously.

"Who’s handling who now?"

He was actually pinned beneath a little girl...

Damian Quinn’s eyes instantly darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke hoarsely, "Little one, you’re quite wild..."

"Behave yourself!"

Noticing his intention to resist, Serena tugged harder on his tie, as if to punish his disobedience, then leaned down and bit heavily on his collarbone.

"Hiss..."

Damian Quinn groaned, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an inexplicably sexy undertone.

Hearing his groan, Serena proudly tilted her chin, looking down at him, "Do you give in?"

Being pinned by a little girl and bitten, then asked if he concedes, Damian Quinn gritted his teeth, the cold, ascetic look in his eyes completely dissipating, replaced by a hint of roguishness.

Those art-like, well-proportioned hands suddenly gripped her waist tightly, and in the next moment, their positions were instantly reversed.

Serena, who had been in control, was now pinned beneath him, her drunken eyes blinking gently, clearly not quite understanding the situation.

Meanwhile, the man’s head was already close to her, his warm breath entirely brushing against her fair earlobe, making Serena, who wasn’t clear-headed to begin with, even more dazed.

"Little one, have I spoiled you too much, hmm?"

Damian Quinn’s Adam’s apple was bobbing, his enchanting peach blossom eyes dark and captivating, locking onto her with a dangerous intensity.

Serena’s cloudy eyes fell onto his exposed collar, where the previous struggle had left it loose, revealing an exquisite collarbone.

The large bite mark on the collarbone combined with the man’s devilishly handsome face exuded an exceptionally seductive aura.

"Little one, where are you looking?"

Serena innocently blinked her eyes, already feeling sleepy, but something was pressing against her, making her feel uncomfortable.

"So annoying... uncomfortable..."

Serena murmured, shifting slightly to move the thing pressing against her, but as soon as she moved, a pair of big hands tightly gripped her waist.

Damian Quinn’s breathing turned heavy, his long, deep peach blossom eyes tinged with desire.

"Don’t move..."

He was a normal man, with the girl he liked under him, it was impossible not to react...

"Mmm..."

Serena mumbled softly, then turned over and fell asleep, dozing peacefully and quietly.

"This is truly dangerous..."

Damian Quinn’s Adam’s apple moved forcefully, suppressing the restless heat within, and after tucking the little girl under the blanket, he walked towards the bathroom with long strides.

Soon, the sound of running water and the man’s hoarse breathing echoed from the bathroom.

...

Morning.

When Serena woke up, she frowned at the unfamiliar environment, struggling to recall anything from the previous night, but couldn’t remember a thing.

"Drink the hangover soup first, otherwise you’ll have a headache later."

The man’s deep, magnetic voice echoed from the doorway.

Seeing Damian Quinn, the wariness in Serena’s beautiful fox-like eyes dissipated, "Where is this, and why am I here?"

"This is my home." Damian Quinn answered her questions leisurely, looking at her with his soul-captivating peach blossom eyes seemingly smiling, "It seems like you forgot everything that happened last night."

"Yes." Serena nodded, speaking honestly, "I really don’t remember anything from last night."

"Then let me, your brother, help you recall everything carefully."