CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 167: UNINVITED GUESTS

After all, it is said that being open and straightforward is friendship, while being cautious is love.

That night, Seraphina Sinclair seemed like a girl experiencing love for the first time, easily blushing and feeling excited by Desmond Fairchild’s teasing. She had never before realized she could be such a flirt.

Whenever she saw Desmond’s exposed skin, she couldn’t help but picture those alluring scenes in her mind.

Though often feeling shy when alone with him, Seraphina also found it quite enjoyable, and even considered how nice it would be if they could always be together like this.

But good times don’t last long. They had only been at the vacation villa for two days when their peace was disrupted by a group of uninvited guests.

Desmond sat on the couch, his face dark as he looked at Quentin Jennings, his tone exceptionally cold: "Did you come for something?"

"Master Fairchild, don’t look at me like that, you’re scaring me." Quentin crossed his arms, putting on a surprised and self-protective demeanor.

"Speak up if you have something to say, otherwise get lost." Desmond’s expression was as harsh as it could be.

He and Seraphina had been getting cozy, and it was rare for his beloved wife to take the initiative to kiss him in broad daylight. He had planned to take this chance to explore kissing techniques with her, but Quentin’s sudden interruption ruined everything.

In this situation, not killing Quentin was already quite merciful.

Quentin hadn’t imagined that opening the door would lead to this scenario. He had knocked, but Desmond hadn’t responded, so he thought no one was inside.

Therefore, he looked aggrieved: "I didn’t do it on purpose; don’t be so angry."

"Are you going to say it or not?" Desmond’s patience had reached its limit, his slender eyes filled with aggression.

Quentin was no stranger to Desmond’s expression, knowing full well that if he dawdled any longer, he’d be in for a beating if not worse.

So, he quickly condensed his intended message into a single sentence.

"Eric Holt has returned to the country?" Desmond’s tone revealed no emotion.

"I tried calling you, but your phone was off, so I came personally." Quentin shrugged innocently. He wasn’t clueless and knew the couple was on vacation. He wouldn’t have disturbed Desmond if it weren’t for something significant.

Seeing Desmond on the verge of anger, Seraphina patted his shoulder, signaling him to calm down: "Let’s talk this through."

Her touch seemed magical; Desmond’s previously unpleasant expression softened considerably. He said calmly, "Before he makes any moves, let’s not alert him."

He and Quentin had the same thoughts.

"Since there’s nothing else, you can leave now." After just a few sentences, Desmond unceremoniously issued a dismissal.

Quentin looked at the couple before him, grumbling inwardly. He initially thought of sticking around for some fun, but considering Desmond’s demeanor, spending a few more seconds might mean he wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sunrise.

Understanding the situation, Quentin didn’t dare linger, waving goodbye as he left the resort without a trace.

After Quentin left, Desmond composed himself again, pulling Seraphina closer, his deep, hoarse voice carrying a deadly allure: "Darling, shall we do it again?"

The previous atmosphere was long gone, and Seraphina, thin-skinned as she was, covered his mouth before he could kiss her, complaining: "Who’s your darling? I haven’t married you yet, don’t call me that."

Seeing her unwillingness to continue, Desmond sighed regretfully, licking the corner of his mouth, looking irresistibly charming.

Resisting the urge to kiss him, Seraphina pulled him towards the door: "President Fairchild, we shouldn’t waste this precious time. It’s rare for us to go on vacation. How can we not explore outside?"

Desmond had never been fond of shopping, but since Seraphina wanted to, he naturally accompanied her.

Having lived for so long, it was Seraphina’s first visit to Flower City.

Along the way, she was amazed by Flower City’s vibrancy. Despite its hustle and bustle, there was an indescribable tranquility.

The perfect blend of vibrancy and tranquility, truly deserving of being one of the country’s top tourist destinations.

Though calling it a city is an understatement, Flower City is not large, just the size of a Bayside City town. The architecture is locally distinctive with no skyscrapers, only ethnic-style stilted buildings.

The street was lined with various stalls and vendors, the surrounding scenery breathtaking. Mountain streams and small bridges were sights that dazzled Seraphina.

Born and raised as a noble lady, she never had the chance to eat street food or wander small marketplaces. Later, after having Jude Sinclair, she went through hardships for survival, so this was her first time in such a place.

Enveloped by the local culture’s freshness, she even thought about, one day when she’s tired of work, retreating to such an earthly paradise wouldn’t be bad.

Seeing her occasionally stopping to admire street novelties or tasting local snacks, Desmond always carried a deep gentleness in his eyes.

He thought, maybe only in such moments could he see Seraphina’s girlish side.

"Desmond, look at this doll, doesn’t it look like Jude? Let’s buy one and take it back to him," Seraphina said, holding a palm-sized doll from a stall and turning to Desmond.

Desmond nodded: "Alright."

Seraphina smiled at the stall owner: "Miss, please wrap this up for me."

"Sure thing." The stall owner swiftly wrapped the doll for Seraphina and even tied a bow on it, knowing it was for a child.

Just as she was about to buy something else, Desmond’s phone rang unexpectedly. Seeing the caller ID as Quentin, his instinct was to hang up.

If it weren’t for Quentin, Desmond’s phone would have remained off. But it was surprising that just moments after turning it on, here came Quentin’s call to bother him.

"Maybe he really has something important, you should answer it first. I’ll continue browsing on my own." Seraphina held his hand from ending the call and pressed the answer button.

Desmond felt a bit helpless, pointing to an unoccupied pavilion nearby: "I’ll be there, don’t stray too far."

"Okay."

Turning back, Desmond coldly said to Quentin: "What is it?"

"Master Fairchild, I found quite a decent place on my way back. You should bring her there for some fun." Quentin’s excited voice came through the phone.

His words changed Desmond’s handsome face in an instant, but he restrained his dissatisfaction when Quentin mentioned Seraphina: "Which place?"

The intention of this trip was to help Seraphina relax, so if Quentin’s recommended spot could bring her joy, he could overlook today’s incident.

"There’s a canyon here that’s great for rock climbing, with beautiful scenery. You can come for barbecue or rock climbing. Now it’s the off-season, so there’s not many people around. It looks like she’s not the type who loves shopping or spending, and I believe she’d be more interested in extreme sports." Quentin confidently recommended, sounding as if he was advertising Flower City.