'Make up?'
Seraphina Quinn's eyelashes lowered. Her nose tingled, and her eyes burned.
She didn't ask Damian Fairchild why his attitude had suddenly changed.
But at least the days of their cold war were finally over.
'Am I finally going to be free?'
Seraphina Quinn took a slight step back and looked up at Damian Fairchild. "When did you get back?"
Damian Fairchild: "Around one this afternoon."
Seraphina Quinn gave a faint "oh" and said nothing more.
It seemed their reconciliation was now a tacit understanding.
After that, the two went downstairs for dinner together.
During the meal, Seraphina Quinn still had a poor appetite and ate very little.
Damian Fairchild ladled a bowl of chicken soup and pushed it in front of her. "You've eaten too little. Drink the soup."
Seraphina Quinn frowned. "I'm already full, and this is too greasy. I don't want to drink it..."
Before she could finish, Damian Fairchild's expression visibly darkened.
