Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy!-Chapter 340: Male Seductress

She stammered in response, "Who, who, who’s your wife? Stop calling me that!"

"Whoever agrees to it is," Desmond Fairchild chuckled lightly. Even though he couldn’t see Seraphina Sinclair’s expression at the moment, he could probably guess the look of her blushing face.

Despite getting older, Seraphina Sinclair still acted like an innocent girl. Every time he teased her a little, her face would immediately turn red.

Her pure and charming manner didn’t resemble a mother of a six-year-old; instead, she seemed more like a naive high school girl.

With a flushed face, Seraphina Sinclair searched outside for a long time but couldn’t find a towel.

She said to Desmond Fairchild with some annoyance, "Are you sure there aren’t any towels in the bathroom? I don’t remember taking them out after using them. Can you look again carefully?"

"My eyesight isn’t that bad," Desmond Fairchild responded calmly to Seraphina Sinclair without much explanation.

Seraphina Sinclair felt quite helpless, "There are always towels in the bathroom, and I didn’t take them out. How could they suddenly be missing?"

"If you don’t believe me, you can come in and see for yourself." Desmond Fairchild seemed a bit displeased, and his tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

Triggered by his words, Seraphina Sinclair wasn’t happy either.

"Fine, I’ll come and see right now. If I find them, what do you have to say?" Seraphina Sinclair frowned tightly. She really didn’t believe that towels could just disappear into thin air.

Saying this, she stormed into the bathroom and started searching earnestly.

She really didn’t believe it—could a towel grow legs and run away? If Desmond Fairchild dared to mess with her, she would beat him to death.

Upon entering the bathroom, she indeed didn’t find the towel that was usually on the rack. She couldn’t help but feel puzzled, muttering softly to herself, "Strange, it was clearly here, so where did it go?"

Turning her head and meeting Desmond Fairchild’s deep eyes, Seraphina Sinclair asked, "Are you sure you didn’t hide it?"

"Do you think I have so much free time to come here and mess with you?" Desmond Fairchild appeared quite displeased with Seraphina Sinclair’s suspicion, a hint of anger emerging on his handsome face.

Seraphina Sinclair knew that Desmond Fairchild wasn’t that idle, but her memory couldn’t be wrong. The towel was here in the morning, so how could it just vanish from the bathroom?

"So did you find it?" Desmond Fairchild’s voice was low, seemingly in a bad mood.

Seraphina Sinclair felt a bit embarrassed this time and sighed helplessly, "Wait for me a moment, I’ll get you a new one."

As she finished speaking, she instinctively looked at Desmond Fairchild, only then noticing that he was lying in the bathtub completely nude.

Desmond Yates’s skin wasn’t very pale; it was a healthy honey powder color. The honey-toned skin made his body lines look more distinct and masculine.

Broad shoulders, deep collarbones that could cradle fish, perfectly shaped pectoral and abdominal muscles.

Seraphina Sinclair had to admit that Desmond Fairchild’s physique was astonishingly good, much better than those of international supermodels.

On top of that handsome face that could take one’s breath away, he was truly a stunning creature, tempting people to sin.

Seeing him in this state, Seraphina Sinclair couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild.

Damn! This was simply a male seductress.

"Have you seen enough?" Facing Seraphina Sinclair’s scrutiny, Desmond Fairchild didn’t shy away; instead, he lay even more boldly, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips, as calm and collected as could be.

"Who’s looking at you? Stop being so self-absorbed." Seeing his smug look, Seraphina Sinclair felt instantly annoyed and was about to step away.

But before she could take two steps, Desmond Fairchild’s long arm pulled her back, and his husky voice whispered in her ear, making Seraphina Sinclair’s skin break out in goosebumps.

"Watched me completely and now you want to leave? It’s not that easy."

With a tug, Seraphina Sinclair was too late to react and fell into Desmond Fairchild’s arms.

Accompanied by her scream, the water in the bathtub splashed because of the extra person.

In the bathtub, she shouted indignantly at Desmond Fairchild, "Desmond Fairchild, what are you up to?"

"Don’t move, just let me hold you." Desmond Fairchild wrapped his arms around Seraphina Sinclair’s slender waist, burying his head in her neck, and inhaling her scent with nostalgia.

Seraphina Sinclair heard the exhaustion and helplessness in his tone, and for a moment, she made no response, only kneeling dumbfounded in the bathtub, letting him hold her.

Yes, she understood that life wasn’t easy for Desmond Fairchild either.

Both were CEOs of their companies, with Cloudsea Group being so large and relying on him alone to guard it. Meanwhile, Eric Holt suddenly came out, wanting to fight him for the family inheritance. Surely, he must be quite tired these days, right?

Thinking of this, Seraphina Sinclair took the initiative to hold Desmond Fairchild’s head, softly comforting him, "Everything will pass; don’t worry too much."

"Seraphina, I really didn’t consider things thoroughly in the past. From now on, no matter what happens, I won’t keep anything from you." Desmond Fairchild held her even tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he had hugged her like this. Every time he saw her sad and upset, he wished he was the one by her side and not someone like Keith Hughes!

If Seraphina Sinclair knew that even now, Desmond Fairchild still thought about Keith Hughes, she would probably want to smash his head in.

After all, there really was nothing between her and Keith Hughes. Ever since she learned of his affection, she had tried to keep her distance. If Desmond still got jealous over nothing, she really didn’t know what to do to make him feel secure.

They embraced in the bathtub for an unknown amount of time until Seraphina Sinclair’s legs went numb, prompting her to remind Desmond Fairchild in a small voice, "Desmond Fairchild, I think I can’t feel my legs; can you let go of me now?"

The position was too taxing. If she stayed like that any longer, she felt her legs would give out.

Desmond Fairchild couldn’t help but chuckle, releasing Seraphina Sinclair and standing up from the bathtub. Seraphina Sinclair quickly covered her eyes, avoiding looking at him. But the next second, a towel was suddenly thrown over her, and she found herself lifted out of the bathtub.

"What are you doing?" Seraphina Sinclair gasped, immediately wrapping her small arms around Desmond Fairchild’s neck.

"What do you think?" Desmond Fairchild’s beautiful lips curled up slightly, his tone carrying a hint of flirtation.

Seraphina Sinclair’s face instantly turned red-hot, her legs frantically kicking, "You hooligan, put me down!"

Desmond Fairchild pretended not to hear and carried Seraphina Sinclair straight towards the big bed, the gesture as if he really intended to exact justice on her right there.

It had been a long time since they’d been intimate. Thinking about what Desmond Fairchild was about to do made Seraphina Sinclair’s face flush bright red.