Seraphina Quinn felt Damian Fairchild's gaze become incredibly oppressive.
Her heart pounded like a drum, and her expression visibly stiffened, but she quickly composed herself and replied calmly:
"Really? What a coincidence. It must mean we're… fated to meet."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but stroke Genevieve Fairchild's delicate, soft cheek.
Genevieve Fairchild seemed a little shy but didn't pull away, which made Damian Fairchild's sharp eyes narrow further.
After all, ever since the news of Seraphina Quinn's death by drowning, Genevieve Fairchild had become increasingly silent and withdrawn. He refused to get close to anyone, growing cold even toward his own father.
"It looks like you've run into some trouble, Miss Yara. Since fate has brought us together, why don't you ride with us?"
Damian Fairchild offered again.
Seraphina Quinn couldn't bear to refuse a chance to spend more time with her son, Genevieve, so she accepted. "Then… I'll have to trouble you, Fairchild."
