CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 179: GUIDANCE FROM A BEST FRIEND

Men with such low emotional intelligence generally don’t cheat.

Although his own qualities are here, it’s very likely to attract some wild butterflies, but with this personality, even if someone approaches, they’d probably be driven away.

Seraphina Sinclair sulked and went back to her room, while Desmond Fairchild stood there, not knowing whether to stay or leave.

Just as he was clueless about what to do, Rosalie Quinn appeared shaking her head: "I can’t believe it, even the great President Fairchild would be defeated by his wife?"

Desmond, apart from being mild-tempered with Seraphina, was usually cold and indifferent to others, so he didn’t bother responding to Rosalie’s ridicule.

Of course, considering she was Seraphina’s best friend, he didn’t make it too awkward for her, just kept silent instead.

"President Fairchild, do you know why Cindy is angry?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Hearing this, Desmond couldn’t help but look up at her. Although he didn’t speak, his eyes were filled with curiosity.

"You keep making your noodles, and I’ll explain it to you slowly," Rosalie waved her hand, signaling him to continue cooking.

True to her word, Desmond continued making noodles, believing that Rosalie wouldn’t deceive him. Being Seraphina’s childhood friend, her understanding of Seraphina was naturally unmatched by a man like him.

"Actually, you didn’t really do anything wrong earlier, you just misunderstood Seraphina’s intentions. When a woman says ’no,’ it often means ’yes.’ Think about what you said; if saying it that way makes her angry, just say the opposite. You know women are always contrary, right?" As a wise big sister, Rosalie told Desmond everything she noticed and hadn’t noticed, all she thought of and hadn’t thought of.

Of course, she hoped her good friend could be happy, so she’d have to slowly discuss these little thoughts women have with Desmond.

After talking for about half an hour, Desmond almost finished cooking the noodles. Rosalie gave him a thumbs up and smiled with satisfaction: "Full marks for comprehension. Do you know what to do now?"

"Thank you," Desmond said, holding the finished noodles, with a blank expression, thanking Rosalie without emotion.

Rosalie shrugged nonchalantly: "No need to thank me. Seeing you care so much about Seraphina, I can feel at ease."

Then she nodded toward Seraphina’s room with her chin, reminding him, "Hurry up, or the noodles will get soggy."

Seraphina was too upset to sleep. She thought that by stomping off in anger, Desmond would surely follow to ask why and try to placate her. But after lying in bed for so long, there wasn’t a single sound from outside.

That damn man, does he really not understand why she’s angry at all?

Seraphina might not have realized it herself, but she had unconsciously gotten into the habit of being petulant with Desmond. The previous her wouldn’t have done something so childish. Now, she was deliberately acting up, just wanting more of Desmond’s attention.

"I’m so pissed off," Seraphina took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and was about to chat with Irene Rowe.

A knock on the door suddenly rang out. She quickly sat up in bed, and even she didn’t notice that besides feeling nervous, she was more excited to hear the knock.

She cleared her throat and deliberately put on a cold voice, "Who is it?"

"It’s me," Desmond’s gentle voice came from outside the door.

"It’s late, I’m going to sleep," Seraphina had no intention of getting up to open the door, instead, her voice became even colder.

Outside, Desmond furrowed his brow, about to turn away when Rosalie’s words suddenly echoed in his mind.

"If she doesn’t open the door after you knock, just keep knocking. If she sounds cold or impatient, don’t give up. Be strong, or just break in if you have to. The key is to pester her persistently, never leave just because she doesn’t open the door or let you in, understand?"

With this in mind, he set down the tray in his hand and took the room key out of his pocket.

The sound of the key turning came through the door to Seraphina’s ears, but she didn’t stop him. It was only when Desmond opened the door that she swiftly turned her back to him.

"What do you want from me in the middle of the night?" Seraphina awkwardly turned away.

Having figured out why she was upset, Desmond naturally knew how to handle it. He placed the noodles on the coffee table and said to Seraphina, "If you keep being angry, the noodles will go cold."

"I already said I don’t want to eat, who told you to make it for me?" Seraphina, like a child, deliberately made things difficult for Desmond.

"If you don’t eat, then I’ll eat," Desmond said as he picked up the chopsticks and started eating contently.

The sound of Desmond eating contently came from behind her, combined with the aroma that wafted to her nose, successfully rousing Seraphina’s appetite.

She licked her slightly dry lips, and couldn’t help but turn around. Seeing Desmond only pretending to eat with chopsticks, she instantly felt more annoyed, "Are you messing with me on purpose?"

"If you don’t eat it soon, the noodles won’t taste good once they get cold," Desmond smiled charmingly, as he poured her a glass of water and placed it aside, patting the sofa to signal her, "Come and sit."

Although Seraphina was being difficult, she was still an adult who knew there should be limits. Desmond had already humbled himself to give her an out, and she couldn’t be too clueless.

So, though she wore a sulky face, she got out of bed and sat down next to Desmond.

The familiar taste made her fingers itch to eat, and under Desmond’s gaze, she stopped pretending and began eating in small bites.

"Didn’t you say you didn’t want to eat? Why did you still make it for me?" Seraphina asked quietly after taking a sip of soup.

"Because you were hungry," Desmond said as he patted her head, watching her eat with satisfaction, unable to suppress a smile.

Seraphina hummed softly, but inside she felt a sweet warmth.

The president of Cloudsea Group, willing to cook for her just because she said she was hungry—what more could she ask for?

Perhaps this man was indeed sometimes obtuse, but most of the time she enjoyed his tenderness and protection, even knowingly causing trouble without reason, he still treated her gently.

As she ate, tears welled up in Seraphina’s eyes.

Though she had been through many past events that made her want to die, she also met many people who cared deeply about her. They cared for her and valued her.

She may encounter more difficulties and setbacks in the future, but knowing this man was by her side, suddenly she wasn’t afraid anymore.

This feeling of having someone to rely on seemed pretty good.

"What’s wrong, are the noodles not tasty?" Desmond asked, seeing her on the verge of tears, panicking, "Did I say something wrong again that upset you?"