As Damian Fairchild finished speaking, Seraphina Quinn let out a cry of alarm.
'This bastard, did he really just pull out my hair?'
'No, wait!'
'He actually pulled out my hair!'
'A DNA test?'
The moment Seraphina Quinn realized what he was doing, she reflexively tried to jump up and snatch the hair back, but Damian Fairchild pressed a hand on her shoulder, pinning her firmly in place.
He calmly tucked the strands of hair into his pocket before turning to Seraphina Quinn and saying meaningfully,
"Such a strong reaction, Miss Quinn. Do you have something to hide?"
Seraphina Quinn was speechless.
"Miss Quinn, I won't be staying for the noodles. You can have the fried egg."
With that, Damian Fairchild released her shoulder. The next second, he turned and strode out of the kitchen.
A thousand complex emotions surged through Seraphina Quinn's heart, but none of them could be put into words.
