Seraphina Quinn finally realized she was no match for Cian.
She took a deep breath, and after composing herself, she took the phone and put it on speaker.
Damian Fairchild's voice came through almost immediately.
His voice sounded a little tired. "Just waking up?"
The moment Seraphina Quinn heard his voice, all her previous anger and hatred for Cian instantly melted into a sense of grievance.
But she couldn't voice these feelings. In the end, she could only suppress them, trying her best to sound calm. "I just woke up..."
"Seraphina, I wanted to tell you... my marriage to Lorelai York is fake..."
Seraphina Quinn pursed her lips. "What... what do you mean, a fake marriage?"
Damian Fairchild: "It's just a partnership."
Seraphina Quinn had guessed that he and Lorelai York were in a partnership.
They wouldn't get a marriage license, but they would have everything else—the traditional betrothal gifts, the wedding dress, the ceremony, the banquet...
And she had nothing.
