Damian Fairchild was so furious he laughed. "Cian, you can't take her away."
Cian's voice was lazy, yet playful. "Fairchild, the question isn't whether I can take her away anymore. It's that she's willing to come with me."
Damian Fairchild's shoulders shook violently. He said coldly, "Let her answer the phone..."
Cian said, "Fairchild, she can't take your call right now." He paused. "Because she's taking a shower."
With that, Cian hung up on Damian Fairchild and turned Seraphina Quinn's phone off.
After doing all this, Cian raised his eyes and looked at Seraphina Quinn, who was sitting across the dining table from him.
The woman's face was ashen, her eyes filled with fury.
Before she could erupt, Cian spoke to her with a half-smile. "What? You go back to stay with him for two nights and you've already had a change of heart?"
Seraphina Quinn said coldly, "What good does provoking him do you?"
