Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy!-Chapter 303: What Exactly Do You Want

This man really doesn’t see himself as an outsider, does he?

Seraphina Sinclair barely frowned slightly, not showing a friendly face to Eric Holt either: "Young Master Holt, I don’t recall inviting you to join us for dinner."

"Miss Sinclair wouldn’t be so stingy, would she? Can’t even afford to treat someone to a meal?" Eric Holt laughed like a rogue.

"It’s not that, it’s just that my boyfriend, Kevin’s, family isn’t wealthy enough to entertain an esteemed guest like Young Master Holt." Seraphina Sinclair’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, and the more she stayed with Eric Holt, the more uneasy she felt.

She wasn’t sure if it was her illusion, but Eric Holt’s gaze really irritated her, that mocking look, as if he had her in the palm of his hand.

But Seraphina Sinclair was never anyone’s prey, nor was she remotely interested in men like Eric Holt. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Eric Holt raised his eyebrows: "Since you put it that way, then I’ll cover this meal."

"No need, since Young Master Holt so desires to eat this meal, stay and enjoy it at your leisure, I have other matters to attend to, so I must excuse myself." Seraphina Sinclair stood up to leave.

To her surprise, Eric Holt, disregarding his status, grabbed her wrist in full view of the public, looking at her with a somewhat forceful attitude: "What if I insist on treating Miss Sinclair to this meal?"

Seraphina Sinclair frowned tightly, trying to use force to break free from Eric Holt’s grip, but the man’s strength was too great, and even with finesse, she couldn’t break free.

"Let her go." A familiar male voice came from behind her just as she was worrying, and before she could react, Eric Holt released her from his grip.

Eric Holt’s gaze instantly turned from mocking to even more sullen, his smile icy and unfeeling: "Desmond Fairchild, you finally show up."

"If I hadn’t shown up, what exactly did you plan to do to her?" Desmond Fairchild pulled Seraphina Sinclair behind him, his large hand tightly enveloping her cold little hand, lightly squeezing her fingers to signal her not to worry.

Seraphina Sinclair sensed a tension from their conversation, her tightly locked eyebrows frowning more deeply, realizing that these two brothers had a past.

If that was the case, it wasn’t difficult to understand why Eric Holt was targeting her, since it was because of her previous relationship with Desmond Fairchild, so Eric’s actions were just an attempt to regain what he lost due to Desmond through her?

No wonder Seraphina Sinclair could become a strong-willed woman; with just a few words from these two, she had already guessed the truth of the matter almost accurately.

But truly, whatever grudge there was between those two, Seraphina wasn’t particularly curious.

After all, she and Desmond Fairchild had already broken up, Eric Holt had come barking up the wrong tree; even if anyone wanted to force Desmond to show himself, it should’ve been Nina Kerr they sought out.

Others might struggle to discern Desmond Fairchild’s thoughts, but after years of rivalry between Eric Holt and him, how could Eric not understand his intentions?

There is a saying: the person who understands you the most is often not your friend, but your enemy.

Desmond Fairchild, indeed, intentionally distanced himself from Seraphina Sinclair, but the look of love for someone cannot be hidden; no matter how he tried to mask it, his love for Seraphina would still shine through his eyes.

Even for just a brief moment, Eric Holt could instantly understand who mattered more to him between Nina Kerr and Seraphina Sinclair.

He crossed his arms with interest, looking at Desmond Fairchild, a bit of amusement slipping through his narrowed eyes: "What am I planning to do to her? Aren’t you quite clear about that? Everything you have, I will take, piece by piece, including the woman."

...

Brain dead.

Seraphina Sinclair complained silently to herself, as if she was an object, to be taken at will? Had he asked her opinion?

"If you have the capability, go ahead and try." Desmond Fairchild’s face remained calm yet the chill seeped through.

"Then please, watch closely?" Eric Holt spread his hands, completely disregarding Desmond Fairchild’s threat.

Desmond Fairchild wasn’t angry, and after Eric’s words, he looked even more composed, a low voice escaping his lips: "Do you think you are worthy?"

"Whether I’m worthy or not isn’t for you to decide, my dear brother." Eric Holt laughed heartily, dismissing Desmond Fairchild’s words with scorn.

"I look forward to your performance." With those words, Desmond Fairchild took Seraphina Sinclair and left the restaurant.

As for Eric Holt, he had nothing more to say. The two had long since severed ties and there was no need to put on a facade for him.

Once outside the restaurant, Seraphina Sinclair shook off Desmond Fairchild’s hand, frowning as she asked, "What is going on between you two?"

Desmond Fairchild reached out for her hand: "Let’s discuss it in the car."

"Desmond Fairchild, there’s nothing for us to talk about, we’ve already broken up, you’re now in a relationship, and getting entangled with an ex-girlfriend isn’t the right choice." Seraphina Sinclair shook off Desmond Fairchild’s hand and turned to get into her own car.

Unexpectedly, Desmond Fairchild didn’t let her leave this time. Before she could take two steps, she felt her body lifted off the ground. In less time than it took to scream, she was already stuffed into the passenger seat and strapped in.

"You!" Seraphina Sinclair wanted to resist as she regained her senses, but Desmond Fairchild had already started the engine, and the car shot off like an arrow.

Desmond Fairchild was driving extremely fast, racing through the city streets and soon arriving with Seraphina Sinclair at a villa in the west of the city.

Seraphina Sinclair had tried to resist the whole way but ultimately conceded to Desmond Fairchild. Speechless, she stood in front of the villa, shouting at Desmond Fairchild, "Are you insane, Desmond Fairchild? What on earth do you think you’re doing? Have you forgotten, we’ve already broken up, you’re someone else’s boyfriend now, how can you treat me like this..."

"Come with me." Desmond Fairchild didn’t listen to what Seraphina Sinclair was saying, instead grabbing her hand forcefully and leading her into the villa.

Seraphina Sinclair was so angry her face turned pale. Though unwilling, she couldn’t break free of Desmond Fairchild’s large hand, so she allowed herself to be dragged inside.

As soon as they stepped inside, Quentin Jennings came over.

Opening the door, he saw Seraphina Sinclair sitting on the sofa with a grim face, and he had a moment of confusion, looking quickly at Desmond Fairchild: "What’s going on? You called me over in such a hurry, I thought there was some emergency. Turns out it’s just you two lovebirds having issues?"

"Lovebirds with him?" Seraphina Sinclair angrily replied, clearly displeased with Quentin Jennings’ words.

"Don’t be mad, sis-in-law, that was a slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue, please don’t take it to heart." Quentin Jennings nearly forgot the two of them had broken up, seeing them together made him think of the past.

Seraphina Sinclair crossed her arms and sat on the sofa, turning to Desmond Fairchild with a cold gaze, trying to keep her voice from sounding too angry: "Say it, what’s the reason for dragging me here?"

"Cindy, I have something to say to you." Desmond Fairchild pondered for a few seconds, seemingly making an important decision, looking very serious.

"There’s nothing to say between us, and we’ve already broken up. In the absence of any relationship, please address me as Miss Sinclair, thank you." No matter how sincere Desmond Fairchild appeared, Seraphina Sinclair never showed him a kind face.