CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: HE’S DEFINITELY THE TOP CHOICE

Desmond Fairchild pursed his lips, this car couldn’t even match the average price of those in his garage.

Upon arrival, Seraphina Sinclair leisurely got out holding her son, and said to Desmond Fairchild behind her, "Move the things inside."

One trip after another, Desmond Fairchild’s expression grew increasingly gloomy, his handsome face tense.

After moving the last item, Desmond Fairchild was seething with anger inside. Damn woman, she actually treated him like free labor while she played around nearby.

Turning around, Jude Sinclair held a warm white towel, blinking his big eyes, "Let me wipe you off!"

Instantly, all of Desmond Fairchild’s anger dissipated. He squatted down and easily embraced him with one hand. Sure enough, he’s my son, blood is thicker than water.

"Daddy, I want to eat hotpot." Jude Sinclair hugged his neck, blinking his big eyes, his voice soft and cute.

Desmond Fairchild wouldn’t deny his son’s small request, "Alright, Daddy will take you to eat hotpot."

Seraphina Sinclair changed out of her dirty clothes, picked a simple outfit, tied her hair up revealing her slender neck, and stepped out to see Desmond Fairchild holding their son, chatting and laughing, the atmosphere seemed great.

Seraphina Sinclair suddenly felt envious, just one day, her son had let him hold him and even smiled at him.

Jude Sinclair saw Mommy come out and cheerfully said, "Mommy, Daddy’s taking us to eat hotpot."

The man turned his head and glanced at her.

Seraphina Sinclair was taken aback. She had to admit, there was a reason this man’s price was so high. Perhaps because of the heat, the man’s white shirt sleeves were rolled halfway up, exposing solid, muscular arms, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a handsome face exuding elegance and aristocracy. He was really good-looking!

Walking hormones!

The headliner, he is definitely the headliner!

Putting away her fascination, Seraphina Sinclair pulled a face at her son, "It’s you who wants to eat, isn’t it? Not allowed!"

His health isn’t good, he should eat less of such spicy food.

In such a harsh tone, Desmond Fairchild furrowed his brows, "Just one hotpot, you don’t allow it? You treat my son like this?"

Jude Sinclair immediately said, "Mommy treats me very well, Mommy raises me alone, it’s really hard."

Seraphina Sinclair immediately blew up, anyone can say she’s not good, but Desmond Fairchild as a father has the least qualification, "Then where were you? Now Jude is over four years old, I’m the one raising him!"

Desmond Fairchild’s gaze suddenly trembled, his eyes once again fell on the furious woman.

Jude Sinclair pursed his lips, reached out for Seraphina Sinclair, and his small hands hugged her neck. He said obediently and nervously, "Mommy, I was wrong, I won’t eat hotpot anymore, you two please don’t fight."

He knew Mommy does it for his good.

Desmond Fairchild looked at his son with a smile, then pulled the woman into his arms with his long arm, "Daddy and Mommy aren’t fighting, we’re just discussing, the voice got a bit loud."

Seraphina Sinclair glared at him several times, but the man’s warning look suppressed her resistance, though she felt guilty towards her son.

After a moment of silence, Seraphina Sinclair compromised, "Fine, but it has to be clear broth hotpot."

Jude Sinclair let out a disappointed "Ah."

Desmond Fairchild glanced sideways at his son, "Yin-yang hotpot is the final offer."

The atmosphere suddenly tensed, finally reaching an agreement of one against two, to eat yin-yang hotpot.

Desmond Fairchild drove the big and small ones to Quentin Jennings’ hotpot restaurant. Finally able to eat hotpot, the child was overjoyed.

With Desmond Fairchild covering, Seraphina Sinclair didn’t notice Jude Sinclair sneakily eating from the spicy pot, eating with his little mouth all greasy.

Ding... Ding...

Suddenly the phone rang, Desmond Fairchild glanced at the caller ID. It was the butler from the old house. He took a few steps outside before answering the call, the butler’s anxious voice immediately came through: "Young Master, the old lady’s not feeling well, you should come back and take a look."