A Night of Desire-Chapter 77: Do Me a Favor

’I don’t even like Seth Quinn. He’s the one who keeps pestering me about marriage. I never took the initiative, and I never agreed to marry him, did I?’

’What do I have to feel guilty about!’

The thought of marriage brought Seth Quinn’s words back to her mind: "He’s not my son," and "Do you think just any woman is worthy of bearing my child?"

’Is that true? Could Cherie really not be his son?’

Clara Grant frowned. She remembered Cherie saying something similar—that Seth Quinn wasn’t his dad. At the time, she had assumed he was just lashing out because he was hurt. But now that she thought about it, it didn’t seem that way. It sounded more like he was simply stating a fact.

’If Cherie really isn’t Seth Quinn’s son...’

Clara Grant didn’t even realize it herself, but deep down, a part of her was actually hoping Cherie wasn’t Seth Quinn’s son.

"Cherie," Clara Grant began, speaking carefully, "I want to ask you something. Seth Quinn... is he, is he really your dad?"

Cherie tensed up at her question. ’Did I blow my cover? What am I supposed to say now?’

’Saying yes is bad. Saying no is also bad.’

"I don’t know."

In the end, he could only shake his head and give an ambiguous answer.

"Before your mom left you with Seth Quinn, did she tell you anything?"

Cherie just shook his head.

"She never told you anything about your biological father?"

He just shook his head again.

"...Never mind. You should get some sleep." ’Forget it,’ she thought. ’I’m not going to get a straight answer out of him anyway.’

Clara Grant stood up, grabbed her clothes, and prepared to take a shower.

She had only taken a couple of steps when Cherie’s voice came from behind her. "So, Clara, who was it that brought you home just now?"

Clara Grant sighed in resignation. ’He’s so persistent.’

"He’s not my boyfriend, anyway. Cherie, you need to go to sleep. It’s almost eleven o’clock." Clara Grant said with mock seriousness, then ignored him and walked into the bathroom.

Cherie was left lying on the bed, his small face scrunched up in a frown.

He had looked down from the window earlier. Even with the streetlights, all he could make out was the figure of a man; he couldn’t see his face.

’Clara said he wasn’t her boyfriend, but what if she didn’t mean it? If she really does have someone she likes, what’s Uncle going to do?’

Cherie thought for a moment, then raised his wrist. He was about to call his mom and report on the situation.

Before his hand could even touch his watch phone, the screen lit up with an incoming call.

’But this isn’t Mom’s number!’

He answered the call hesitantly but remained silent. After a two-second pause, a voice came from the other end. "Cherie?"

"Who is this?" ’He knows my name.’

"Seth Quinn," the voice on the other end said coolly.

"Uncle!" Cherie immediately sat up.

"Mhm." Seth Quinn sounded pleased.

Without waiting for Seth to speak again, Cherie glanced toward the bathroom and lowered his voice to deliver his intelligence report. "Uncle, do you like Clara or not? I’m telling you, a lot of guys like her. A man just dropped her off at home. A man bringing her home this late definitely has designs on her. If you don’t..." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"The man who brought her home was me."

"..."

Seth Quinn’s calm statement successfully cut off Cherie’s rambling.

"So, Uncle, do you have designs on Clara?"

Seth Quinn rubbed his forehead. ’Are my sister and Carter Shaw sure their approach to raising Cherie is a good one? He’s so young, yet he understands everything. No wonder my sister was so comfortable leaving him with a stranger.’

Seth Quinn didn’t answer his question. Instead, he changed the subject. "Listen, Cherie, I need you to do something for me."