Chapter 204: Chapter 204

Jude Sinclair originally wasn’t interested in these things, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw the goldfish catching game: "Mommy, let’s go catch some goldfish."

"Alright." Seraphina Sinclair pulled Desmond Fairchild along, smiling as she called out, "Come on, don’t just stand there."

Sitting in front of the goldfish stand, Seraphina and Jude were having a blast. The two had led a very tough life early on, so they didn’t carry any aristocratic airs and didn’t feel there was anything wrong with squatting in front of a stall without any regard for their image.

It was Desmond Fairchild who, in trying to accommodate the mother and son, crouched down as well, but his aura of nobility was hard to hide even while wearing a casual coat. And with his nearly 1.9-meter height crouching by the small stall, he seemed completely out of place.

His expression was like an ice block saying "Keep Away," scaring off quite a few people. If it weren’t for how much they were spending, the stall owner might have kicked them out.

Seraphina saw Desmond crouched there, not moving while watching intently, and his serious expression in this situation was hilarious.

She handed a set of nets to Desmond, indicating with her eyes for him to give it a try too.

Desmond didn’t speak, but his whole demeanor reeked of reluctance.

Jude edged closer and persuaded him, "Daddy, this is a lot of fun. Just right for the space in my little fish tank, catch me a few goldfish."

With that, Seraphina also watched him expectantly.

Facing the tender persuasion from mother and son, Desmond had no choice but to give in.

It was his first time playing such a mini-game at his age. At first, unfamiliar with it, he broke several nets without catching a single fish.

Gradually getting the hang of it, he soon managed to catch a bowlful of little goldfish.

Seraphina gave him a thumbs-up and sincerely praised, "Well done, President Fairchild, truly impressive."

Jude, full of admiration, looked at him too, "As expected from Dad, really impressive."

Facing the flattery from both big and small, Desmond seemed very pleased, his cold and striking face breaking into a slight smile.

That smile was like flowers blooming atop a snowy mountain, warming the entire world. Those who had originally dared not approach him found him much more amiable, no longer resisting him so much.

Seeing this, Seraphina couldn’t help but sigh, indeed, people in this world appreciate good looks, even someone with such an unpleasant demeanor has admirers if they’re good-looking.

She might have forgotten that she too is a sucker for good looks and isn’t too shabby herself.

The family of three had top-tier looks that turned heads wherever they went. Initially, many at the goldfish stall were intimidated by Desmond, but once he smiled, everyone seemed unafraid and crowded around.

The stall owner was beaming, eyes squinted into slits with the exceptional business today, thanks largely to this family.

Before they left, the owner cheerfully gifted them a bag of goldfish.

Seraphina held the goldfish, turning her gaze unwaveringly toward Desmond, then showed a displeased expression, "Your face can supposedly bring nations to ruin, yet you attract both men and women?"

"Is this the so-called living off one’s looks?" Jude mused, stroking his chin.

"Who knew Daddy had the potential to be a pretty boy?" Seraphina, just like Jude, considered this while stroking her chin.

Desmond kept a cool face, saying nothing, but thought to himself, if not for the pretty boy potential, Seraphina wouldn’t have ever thought he was a gigolo before. Follow current novels on novel(ꜰ)ire.net

Of course, he said nothing of this, instead silently walked beside Seraphina, shielding her from the cold wind.

Jude stood by Seraphina’s side, noticing Desmond’s unconscious gesture, and couldn’t help but smile.

He could tell Dad truly loved Mommy, which was a relief.

The family’s looks made them stand out in any crowd.

Many young girls, seeing the handsome Desmond, even with Seraphina, a celestial beauty, standing next to him, gathered the courage to ask for his contact information.

Seraphina admired their bravery and more so their proactive spirit in pursuing love, so she didn’t feel upset at all.

Having her husband admired by others was something to be proud of.

In fact, many men also wanted Seraphina’s contact, but fearing Desmond’s stern face, no one dared to approach. They didn’t want to die too quickly.

From a distance, Rosalie Quinn, bundled up in a down coat while eating grilled sausages, watched the three beacons and giggled, "They’re so silly, not thinking to wear masks or something, now they’re surrounded."

"Grilled corn, want some?" Simon Finch emerged from the side.

"Yes, please!" Rosalie had been fasting for the evening date, now ravenous, she didn’t want to miss out on the many snack stands.

Holding the grilled corn, happiness spread across her face, eating piping hot grilled corn in the cold winter was simply earthly bliss.

Biting into it, she caught a whiff of aroma and followed it quickly to a small stall selling roasted sweet potatoes.

"How much are these, boss? Give me two." Rosalie’s eyes twinkled, pointing at the blackened roasted sweet potatoes.

"Five yuan per pound," the stall owner, a little old man, hunched over with a kind smile.

The little old man, dressed so thinly in the chilly winter, shivering in the cold wind with his bony frame, looked somewhat pitiful.

Five yuan was nothing to Rosalie; she pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the old man, cheerfully picking two plump sweet potatoes.

The old man was about to weigh the sweet potatoes when Rosalie, already taking them, said, "No need to weigh, let’s leave it at that."

"But I haven’t given you change, young lady." The owner, with a trembling hand, reached into his waist pouch to make change, only to find Rosalie already gone.

Before he could be moved, a sultry female voice sounded, "Uncle, give me two sweet potatoes too."

The owner quickly chose two to hand over, thinking it odd that so many pretty girls were buying sweet potatoes today.

He took another crimson bill and was about to make change, but this girl left even faster than Rosalie.

Austin White, holding the sweet potatoes Irene Rowe bought, blushed slightly, "You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

"A mere hundred bucks is nothing to us, but to that elderly man, it might be a week’s living expense. In this cold, for him to come out dressed so lightly to sell sweet potatoes, shows how poor his home condition is." Irene’s eyes showed signs of compassion.

Unbeknownst to her, in Austin’s eyes at that moment, she was like an angel, radiating brilliant light.

Normally, she seemed untouched by the world, a cold goddess who hadn’t expected to show such kindness.

Feeling a bit bashful under Austin’s gaze, Irene turned and walked off, "What are you staring at? Hurry and follow, if you get lost, I won’t turn back to find you."

"I’m coming, I’m coming." Austin, clutching the sweet potatoes, quickened his pace to match Irene’s, the two chatting and laughing as they headed into the crowd.