CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 185: MARRIAGE IS THE GRAVE OF LOVE

"So stingy, what’s the harm in taking a look." Quentin Jennings muttered to himself. As the king of gossip, he was genuinely curious about how Desmond Fairchild and Seraphina Sinclair communicated in their daily married life.

After all, one was a cold-faced CEO who rarely smiled, and the other was a sly, sharp-tongued businesswoman; their chat logs must be quite interesting.

Oh, how he wished he could see them!

Desmond Fairchild chuckled coldly twice, "What? Are you really that interested in the development projects over in Africa?"

Quentin Jennings was startled by his cold laugh and shook his head frantically, "No, no, I prefer to stay domestic."

"Then keep your mouth shut." Desmond Fairchild lowered his eyes, quickly replying to Seraphina Sinclair’s message.

The others, including Quentin, were clearly observing how President Fairchild, who normally uttered very few words, was now smiling at his phone screen.

"No wonder it’s President Sinclair," they all thought, picturing Seraphina Sinclair’s breathtakingly beautiful face in their minds.

Only a woman like that would be worthy of their President Fairchild.

Desmond Fairchild kept chatting on WeChat, making everyone else just wait patiently. Fortunately, no one seemed to have any complaints and willingly waited. After a few minutes, he finally lifted his head, and everyone thought the meeting would resume.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly stood up, walked straight to the door, and in an icy tone announced, "Meeting adjourned."

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Quentin Jennings couldn’t help but sigh, "Indeed, beauties are the root of all trouble, let’s pack it up then."

These days, Desmond Fairchild had been in low spirits, bringing an air of chill with him to the company every day. Everyone basically dared not get within five meters of him. With the boss in a bad mood, they all suffered too, having worked overtime for several consecutive days.

It was rare for President Sinclair to extend an olive branch, allowing them to escape the torment of overtime.

Feeling refreshed, Quentin Jennings arrived at the underground parking lot, just in time to see Desmond Fairchild’s car about to start.

He walked over with a roguish grin, a look of anticipation, "Master Fairchild, it’s only ten-thirty, and you’re leaving already? This isn’t like you."

"I think you really want a transfer." Desmond Fairchild rolled down the car window, his dark eyes emitting a faint chill.

Quentin Jennings knew Desmond Fairchild never joked, but as a good brother, he still had to poke fun at him a bit, "Master Fairchild, you can’t go on like this. If you continue this way, when you get married you’ll have no standing in the family. You’re not even married yet, and you always have to watch your wife’s mood. How suffocating! You need to stand up, don’t let her have her way in everything, that’s how you secure your position as the head of the household."

"I gladly accept it." Desmond Fairchild answered with conviction and before closing the window, left him with, "Someone who can’t even find a partner has no right to criticize someone else’s marriage."

That remark struck Quentin Jennings like a thunderbolt to the heart. His well-intentioned reminder to Desmond Fairchild was met with ruthless rebuttal.

Watching the car drive away, he shouted at the exhaust, "What do you know, I choose to be single, it’s not that I can’t find a wife, okay? Only fools get married, I’m not done playing around yet."

In Quentin Jennings’ dictionary, there’s no such thing as marriage!

He’s only in his twenties, not wanting to step into the grave of marriage so soon. Really can’t understand why Desmond Fairchild enjoys it so much.

Is marriage really that joyful, is being managed really that happy?

He doesn’t understand, nor does he want to understand right now.

Meanwhile, Desmond Fairchild left Cloudsea Group and drove directly to Kevin.

Since everyone in the company already knew about his relationship with Seraphina Sinclair, nobody dared to stop him from seeing her.

Seraphina Sinclair, at the moment, was sitting in the office dealing with various issues caused by lost documents over the past few days, but the matters were nearing resolution, so she wasn’t particularly busy.

Upon hearing footsteps at the door, she spoke without looking up, "Irene, make me a cup of coffee."

After waiting a long time without any response from Irene Rowe, Seraphina Sinclair, puzzled, looked up and suddenly found herself staring into a pair of deep black eyes.

She opened her mouth slightly and blinked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Why? Can’t I be?" Desmond Fairchild leaned his tall frame against the desk, looking down at Seraphina Sinclair.

Even though it had only been a day without seeing her, the little woman before him seemed a lot more haggard.

Seraphina Sinclair wore a deep blue office suit, with her hair neatly tied up, adding a touch of professionalism but subtracting some of her feminine grace. The crystal necklace around her slender neck accentuated her fair skin, making it look as white as snow.

Presumably due to the constant overtime, her usually good skin now showed signs of dark circles at the eyes, her lightly made-up face reflecting a hint of exhaustion.

"I thought you intended to keep holding this grudge against me." Seraphina Sinclair bashfully lowered her head, she originally thought with Desmond Fairchild’s personality, this issue would take a long time to resolve.

Desmond Fairchild paused, smiling slightly, "Do you really see me as that petty?"

"Not at all," Seraphina Sinclair quickly rebutted.

Desmond Fairchild, though stubborn, was not an unreasonable person.

With an ambiguous expression, Desmond Fairchild stared intently at Seraphina Sinclair. The tension between them had been high for days, he almost forgot that Seraphina’s health wasn’t suited for such intense workload.

Thinking this, he grabbed Seraphina Sinclair’s wrist, speaking with undeniable firmness, "After work, go home."

"I haven’t finished my tasks yet, the whole company is working overtime; how can I just leave?" Seraphina Sinclair was startled by his abrupt words and immediately rejected him upon realizing.

The company was facing a crisis, everyone was putting in mad overtime, how could she, as the boss, slack off?

Desmond Fairchild’s deep eyes bore into her, his gaze not retreating in the slightest, "If you don’t leave, I’ll have to resort to strong measures to take you away."

Seraphina Sinclair was almost amused by anger, "Desmond Fairchild, you didn’t come to see me, you came to pick a fight, didn’t you? You know the situation Kevin’s facing now, how could I possibly step away? Besides, you’re a partner, if Kevin has issues, Cloudsea won’t fare well either."

"You remember that Kevin and Cloudsea Group are partners? I’m the principal right now demanding you go home and rest, otherwise I’ll terminate the partnership, what will you do then?" Desmond Fairchild looked at her seriously.

"President Fairchild, you can’t be so unscrupulous," Seraphina Sinclair was quite helpless with his childish antics, "I know you’re worried about me, but I need to stand with the company through thick and thin."

Desmond Fairchild did not pay attention to what Seraphina was saying, he directly bypassed the office desk, scooped her up with his strong arms. Due to her recent overtime, she’d become much lighter, almost like featherweight, and he easily lifted her.

Suddenly feeling her body suspended, Seraphina Sinclair was frightened, hurriedly wrapped her arms around Desmond Fairchild’s neck, her face flushed red, not knowing whether from embarrassment or anger.