Seraphina Quinn had rushed over, and her hair was a little messy.
Damian Fairchild's gaze fell on the messy crown of her head. He stood up and walked over to her.
He raised a hand to smooth her hair, his voice calm and unhurried. "If anyone's getting cheated on, I would be the one cheating on her first. Even if she cheats on me, it's no big deal."
He paused, then added nonchalantly, "At most, we'd just be even."
Seraphina Quinn felt like her entire worldview was about to be shattered.
Her expression soured, and her words were sharp. "You... married couple sure know how to have fun."
Damian Fairchild's lips curled into a half-smile. "That's why, behind the scenes of these wealthy, arranged marriages, the husband and wife both do their own thing."
Seraphina Quinn: "With an attitude like that toward your marriage, aren't you afraid your daughter will grow to hate you?"
