Chapter 1:

Flight from Melbourne to Singapore...

"Sister, I want to pass water. I can't stand it. Could you help me?'

Outside the restroom, a beautiful flight attendant in the airline's uniform was stopped by a boy wearing a red T-shirt with a cap on his head, a pitiful face begging.

The boy with big eyes, pink lips, and white teeth, the pitiful look on his tiny face made people unable to refuse.

'Can I take you in here?' The flight attendant pointed to the women's restroom. Although the boy has grown up and already has a sense of gender, he is not too suitable to enter the girls' bathroom, but looking at him in such a hurry...

'What are you kidding with? I'm a boy! How can you let me in the ladies' room?'

As expected, as soon as the flight attendant told him to lead him to the women's restroom, the boy's handsome face immediately turned black. Angry, but still very cute.

She wants to pinch one!

'So what can I do now? Wait a minute, okay?' The flight attendant glanced at the bathroom door, which was still closed, showing no sign of being opened.

'There's not only one restroom on the plane, I'll take you somewhere else.' The boy changed to a pleading look. 'Hurry up, sister, I'm really going to pee my pants...'

The flight attendant thought for a moment, then took the boy's hand and entered the first-class cabin.

Puddy happily " resolved his sadness" in the first-class toilet and stepped out, looking at the beautiful flight attendant still waiting for him outside. He was about to wave to her when he accidentally bumped into his face. Damian Desmond was about to enter the bathroom.

'Sorry...' Puddy bowed his head, hastily threw back an apology, and hurriedly scurried away.

Where did a little devil like this come from?

'Master, I'm sorry, everyone can't wait sometimes.' The flight attendant laughed.

Damian Desmond didn't answer, just looked at the beautiful flight attendant for a while, then calmly said, 'Flight attendant, is this job fun?'

***

In summer, although it is only six o'clock in the morning, the sun has already begun to scatter its first rays on all things.

In a giant swimming pool at the back of a lavish villa in the Sentosa area, a man whose face cannot be seen clearly, only his tall stature can be seen skillfully and agilely striding in the water. It was utterly impossible to sense that someone was looking at him from another villa about five hundred meters away, or should she say, peeking is more accurate.

Right! Fiona Forger, who was hiding behind thick curtains, holding a high-class binocular, was secretly looking at the handsome swimming boy. Although it was not the first time, she still wondered in her heart, how could anyone in this world have. What man has such an attractive figure?

Under the morning sun, the man's bronze skin was as shiny as honey, his chest was clear, his abs were still strong, and his long and toned legs were also... The more she feels, compared to the male models in the magazine, the more eye-catching.

It's only a pity, that beautiful and pleasant scene. Maybe she only has a sneak peek into this life. Who is that man that Fiona Forger can only dream of? Because the object she was glancing at was Damian Desmond, who held a very high position in the Asian financial world, his every move could easily cause turmoil, especially worldwide. Singapore Finance is the CEO and general manager of Southeast Asia's largest private investment bank chain and a series of businesses under the Desmond Group. The amount of finance in his hands daily can be said to be huge. Only a small part is enough to crush a tiny Fiona Forger.

The most important thing is that he is her boyfriend's brother. At this point alone, she couldn't let anyone know that she had such immoral behavior. Otherwise, others would think she had malicious intentions.

Fiona Forger did not have any wrong intentions. She was just… if she said it, perhaps no one would believe it. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to escape. How dare she have any intentions?

At this point, the man in the pool has finished his series of activities and is using a beautiful posture that is enough to make people jump up from the water with nosebleeds...

'Young Lady...Young Lady...' A young voice, very ignorant, pulled Fiona Forger from her beautiful dream.

'What's up?' Fiona Forger looked at her son bewilderedly, momentarily unsure whether she was dreaming or in reality.

'The plane has landed, Miss Fiona, haven't your spring dreams been enough?' Puddy reached out his hand with five short fingers and patted his mother's bewildered face because she hadn't woken up yet.

What is the spring dream!!!

Fiona Forger was wholly awakened by the testimony of her precious child's early maturity, her big eyes glaring at him, 'Puddy, is your butt itchy?'

She won't know if her upbringing is too bad or why her son's behavior is entirely not as cute as a six-year-old should be.

'Young lady, do you dare to swear, just now you were sleeping and dreaming, the situation in that dream is not forbidden to children under 18?' Puddy had never been afraid of his paper tiger mother.

'Of course not!' Fiona Forger immediately denied it.

Haizz, it's also been many years since she dreamed of that dream. Surprisingly, she hadn't returned to Singapore, she fell asleep on the plane, and the old dream returned.

Of course, that dream scene can't be overstated, and it's just that this is her little secret, and even a man can't share it.

'If it wasn't, would you drool?' Puddy glanced sideways at his mother.

'Is it okay?' Fiona Forger subconsciously raised her hand to touch the corner of her mouth, only to find her son giggling.

Angry at him, did this kid trick her again?

***

Changi Airport

Fiona Forger, with both hands, pulled two large suitcases of luggage at the airport door. When she saw her son climb into Cherry Desmond's bright red car, she was helpless to follow. Her chest let out a deep sigh.

This world is too small!

After leaving Singapore for so many years, she didn't expect that she would meet an acquaintance as soon as she arrived at the airport. Moreover, that acquaintance was a member of the Desmond family.

She did not expect that Cherry Desmond, after graduation, would choose this career as a flight attendant. Still, her son on the plane coincidentally met her, got off the plane, and unexpectedly met her again later. Then her son had no conscience, leaving his mother alone and climbing into her convertible.

This kid, why run so fast? Don't even try to see what these two big luggage chests contain. Aren't they his treasured toys? Sending planes back here and worrying about them breaking down, is it very evil to leave her alone now?

Fiona Forger gritted her teeth and glared at the red car getting farther away, finally letting go of two suitcases and waving for a taxi.

'Fiona Forger...'

A familiar yet strange male voice suddenly sounded behind her and even called her name directly, which caused Fiona Forger, dragging two suitcases to the taxi, to suddenly stop, her heart shaking. Turning her head to look in the direction where the voice came from when she saw the car stopped beside her, the car door was half-lowered to reveal the face of the man sitting in the car, her heart jumped even more wildly because that man was none other than --- Damian Desmond.

Why is he here???

The overwhelming surprise made Fiona Forger temporarily forget how much she was afraid of the other person, forgetting her best to leave the other two suitcases and immediately climb into the taxi, escaping far away to see how much better.

But now she just stood there like a wooden statue, wide eyes looking at the man.

'What? Not familiar with me?' Damian Desmond asked expressionlessly.

Even if she doesn't know people worldwide, how can she say she doesn't know him?

Coming to her senses, she hesitated for a few seconds before she forced a smile, 'Hey.' In Fiona Forger's voice, she could not hide the confusion, 'Long time no see Da... Damian Desmond.'

Damian Desmond also never thought that after six years of not seeing her, she and he would meet again in this situation, very suddenly, even a little... unable to keep up.

He glanced over at the two large suitcases beside Fiona Forger. Did she just come back home? Alone?

'Where to go? I will take you away.' Damian Desmond said faintly.

'No... there's no need. I can take a taxi.' Fiona Forger hastily refused.

Boarding Damian Desmond's car? She doesn't have that guts!

Six years ago, she only rode in his car once and made the biggest mistake of her life. How did she have the courage to sit in his car for the second time?

'Get into the car!' The corner of the man's lips lifted slightly, just four words, his voice was very soft, very light, but listening to Fiona Forger's ears, it was clear that she did not accept rejection, but she did not dare to refuse.

The trunk was open, and Damian Desmond didn't say another word, but Fiona Forger also knew he meant telling her to put the other two suitcases inside.

The suitcase is hefty, but she dares to ask Damian Desmond to get out of the car to help her.

He must hate her! Previously, although his face was always maintained like this, it was not so bad that he didn't get out of the car to help a girl lift such a heavy suitcase and put it in the vehicle's trunk.

Of course, he was right to hate her. Maybe she would have driven away a long time ago if it were her. But why did he stop and tell her to get in the car?

From the rearview mirror, Damian Desmond saw a small girl trying her best to use her slender hands to lift a large suitcase. Her hands on the steering wheel unconsciously tightened, but in the end, they still failed. He pushed the car door down.

Fiona Forger finished putting her luggage in, then turned back to stand outside the driver's seat, like an elementary school student waiting for the teacher's instructions.

'Don't you want to get in the car yet?' Damian Desmond stared at the confused girl.

'I... I don't know where to sit.

The co-driver's position has always been reserved for relatively close people, such as relatives, girlfriends, or something, but if she sits in the back seat, it's like seeing him as a driver. This is even more inappropriate.

Seeing her confusion, Damian Desmond said coldly, 'The roof of my car can't sit on it.'

Fiona Forger glanced at the person in the car in confusion. She had always known this man had very soulful eyes, as profound as a bottomless lagoon, but a face with sculpted lines and a cold expression always made people not dare to look at it for a second.

So many years ago, so many years later, even more so. Her hands tightly grasped the hem of her skirt, unconsciously swallowed her saliva, and quietly moved her gaze away.

'Sit in front, hurry up, the car behind is urging.' Without bothering to find out what she was thinking, Damian Desmond directly gave the order.

'OH.' Fiona Forger just gritted her teeth and obeyed, but got into the passenger seat, and she was a bit confused as to what to do, 'Wait...wait, my dress got stuck in the door.' She shyly pushed the car door again to yank off the hem of her skirt, and because the movement was too strong, she hit the car window.

That hurts! It's so clumsy! Why is she so awkward?

Moreover, how is the seat belt still not pulling up???

Damian Desmond, holding the steering wheel, tilted his head to look at the girl next to him, 'What are you doing?'

Fiona Forger dropped her eyes in confusion, 'Looks like the seat belt is broken.' Although it didn't seem like a good thing to criticize his million-dollar car, the truth was that she couldn't pull the seat belt up no matter how hard she tried.

Damian Desmond looked at her calmly for a few seconds before saying, 'Stuck in the door.'

'Yes...isn't it?' Fiona Forger turned her head, instantly ashamed to death, rationally said sorry, and opened the car door again, pulling up her seat belt.

The car had just left the airport, timid hands on knees, and face turned out, he did not dare to look directly at the man next to him.

The car moved steadily forward, but a suffocating silence pervaded inside the vehicle.

Strictly speaking, if Damian Desmond was next to Fiona Forger. She would always have such a suffocating feeling of oppression, just facing this man would make her extremely nervous, let alone now she has a seat belt on her body.

Maybe she's going to die from lack of oxygen!

Fiona Forger's body stiffened as she sat in the passenger seat, trying to control her breathing. He also didn't say what he would do to her. Why is she so scared?

But, her urgent appearance made it difficult for Damian Desmond to ignore it.

' Fiona Forger!' He couldn't help but say, 'What's wrong with you?'

'I...I'm just having a hard time breathing.'

It's hard to breathe because she doesn't know what I will do!

Damian Desmond glanced at the situation behind him for a moment and then turned the steering wheel, bringing the car to a stop on the side of the road.

'How?'

'I...' She pulled the seat belt, still not daring to look, '...nothing, the seat belt is too tight.'

'Is it okay?' He asked again.

'No problem.' As long as he doesn't look at her, don't talk to her.

Seeing that she didn't dare to look at him from beginning to end, his hand holding the steering wheel involuntarily tightened, trying to suppress the anger rising in his heart, 'Am I so scary?'

So scary that she makes her every time she sees him, she lowers her head or turns her face in another direction, but it seems that he has never been fierce with her before, right? Even if she ran away that year at will, he never thought of finding her to take revenge. This time, by chance. He met him again. He did not bring up the old story. What are you afraid of?

'Yes, no problem!' She shyly answered.

The two say they are not close but speak strangely, not strangely at all.

That year, because of her relationship with Norman Desmond, in which she went in and out of the Desmond family countless times, the number of times the two met could not be considered too small. Of course, they also talked to each other, but very little like now, two people talking to each other in such a tight space. Of course, this is not the first time, but the last time left her with not-so-good memories, so avoid it.

After all, the two of them had the most intimate relationship between a man and a woman and were once a couple about to get married. How could it be said that they were strangers?

But because of that, she was more and more confused, not to mention she was always afraid of this man. When she returned, she hadn't thought about how to face him.

That year, the one who defected from the marriage was hers, but the lost face was the Desmond family. It's just that, in the other two dramas, the main characters are from the Desmond family and the primary sources of the other two plays. It is not necessary to say who they are.

Listening to her mother, Damian Desmond seemed to have had a girlfriend half a year ago, so the guilt in her heart lessened a bit.

But when she faced him, she couldn't even say an apology, even so nervous that she couldn't breathe.

Haizz, when is she not afraid of him?

'Nothing, just look at me and talk.' Damian Desmond spoke in a commanding voice.

'OH.' Reluctantly, Fiona Forger could only turn her face but only dared to look from his chin down. The sexy movement of the left of her neck made her face slightly pink, not daring to continue to look down.

But, even if the line of sight stopped there, the corner of the eye could still see through.

His tie had been untied at some point, and the collar of his shirt had also been undone, revealing his collarbone, which made people feel infinitely dreamy.

For some reason, the dream of the evening on the plane came to mind again, but now it wasn't a dream. It was the natural person standing in front of her, so close that Fiona Forger suddenly felt a rush of air. The forest rose.

'Where are you?' Although very dissatisfied that she did not dare to look at him from beginning to end, it was better than talking to him with her head. Damian Desmond tried to suppress the anger rising in her heart so that her voice would not become too strict, but reaching Fiona Forger's ears still made her tremble with fear.

'Rose Road.' She said, regardless of what this person thinks of her right now, her hands, which were obediently resting on the pillow, were flustered to cover her burning cheeks.

She must be crazy! When is this time to think about his body? The thought was so dark that it made her constantly spit on herself.

Seemingly unable to hear any honest answer from her mouth, Damian Desmond looked at the girl, who suddenly covered her face with her hand, her slender shoulders shaking slightly. Indeed she wasn't crying.

Was he that scary in her heart? With a deep sigh, he stepped on the accelerator again.

He had just run a short distance and suddenly remembered the address she had told him. Wasn't that the place Norman Desmond had returned from time to time to stay for the past few years?

The two people abroad have been making friends in the past few years.

The corner of his lips slightly raised a self-mocking smile. He didn't look at her anymore, he didn't talk, and the accelerator pedal kicked harder to make the car fly.

Suddenly, a familiar phone rang in her ear, making Fiona Forger come to her senses. She sheepishly flipped through her bag and searched for her phone, didn't even look, and heard, 'What's going on?'

'Is it wrong to care a little? What's so ferocious?' Norman Desmond's disgruntled voice came from the other end, 'Are you back yet?'

'On the way. Is there anything else?' Fiona Forger did not want to say much, much less dare to say that she ran into his brother on the way. Moreover, she was driving home from someone else's car.

Thinking of this, she surreptitiously glanced at the stern side of the man's face. When she saw his face was too severe, she was scared out of her mind and quickly averted her gaze.

'Good then. I'm busy, wait until I get back to Singapore and talk later.' Norman Desmond hung up the phone very quickly, and Fiona Forger didn't have much hesitation in putting it away.

As soon as he finished putting it away, it was Damian Desmond's turn to ring. He did not rush to continue. About five seconds later, the phone automatically switched to the car speaker system, 'Damian, it's me.'

On the other side came a rather tender female voice, causing Fiona Forger to arouse curiosity, and her ears involuntarily perked up to listen.

The voice of his partner when she only heard her mother mention her? Why does it sound so familiar?

'What?' Damian Desmond seemed very impatient to answer.

'Your mother told me to ask if you're coming home for dinner tonight?'

Oh, it looks real! Fiona Forger thought to herself.

'Next time don't call me because of these petty things.' Damian Desmond coldly replied, then pressed the hanger key.

In Fiona Forger's memory, Damian Desmond was once a man who was always serious, but today he is seen again. He is indeed a person who is both strict and cold, even when dealing with his girlfriend is also the same.

Just like that year, she was in his room. After he regained consciousness, he immediately kicked out all the people who came to "catch cheats in bed," using a dignified tone like dealing with public affairs to the one whose mind was a mess right now was her, 'If that's the case, then get married.'

She won't know how she got that courage after drinking that year, but now, even if she lends her another hundred livers, she still doesn't dare repeat the story of that year.

It was a pity that night she got drunk, didn't know what happened, and missed the best opportunity to observe his impeccable physique at close range.

Haizz, leave it. The old story is not needed, nor should you think about it again.

During chaos with many thoughts about the past and present, the car drove to Norman Desmond's place at a time she did not know.

'Get off.' He didn't bother to look at her, just threw two words back.

'OH.' Fiona Forger was very obedient to unbuckle her seat belt and push the door down, but she had just closed the door, and before she could stand still, he stepped on the gas and left.

'My luggage...' Still in the trunk of the car.

Fiona Forger was bewildered for a few seconds when she realized the problem. Only the people in the car didn't notice someone was chasing them. The accelerator pedal was pressed harder.

Fiona Forger could only stand angrily and watch the luxury car disappear in front of her eyes.

'Fiona, what are you standing on the side of the road for?' A young voice suddenly sounded from behind. The one who spoke was none other than the heartless son who abandoned his mother.

***

In Norman Desmond's apartment located on Rose Street, Puddy and Xu, his pet dog, forget the world on the carpet, Cherry Desmond looks at the boy with curious eyes, and Fiona Forger is a little bit. She was unsettled, holding a glass of water in her hand, taking sips. The main thought in her mind was, how could she get back the two suitcases in the trunk of Damian Desmond's car?

If it's just simple clothes, it's okay with them. At best, she'll buy them, but one of those suitcases is full of them. If she can't get it, the kid will go crazy.

But as soon as she thought about seeing that man, her whole body felt uneasy.

It's annoying. Why did her troubles begin as soon as she stepped on this land of Singapore?

'Whose child is the boy?'

At the moment when Fiona Forger was troubled about tearing her hair, Cherry Desmond suddenly turned her head and asked.

She felt she was predestined on this baby when she was on the plane. Unfortunately, it was Fiona's child.

Fiona's son, so he's from the Desmond family.

Of course, she also did not identify whose son was in the Desmond family. After all, Fiona was Norman's fiancée and had another incident with the eldest brother, so the relationship between the three was too complicated. She wasn't sure.

But, the only thing she was sure of was that from the moment the boy with the fluffy dog in his arms leisurely jumped into his car, she liked him, no matter who he was.

Fiona Forger froze for a moment, then said lightly, 'My baby, of course.'

Cherry Desmond raised an eyebrow, 'Fiona, you know what I'm asking.'

'Cherry, it's late, I have to clean my room a bit. Will you stay for dinner?' Fiona Forger directly ignored the question she didn't want to answer.

Cherry Desmond sighed quietly, got up from the sofa, walked to Fiona Forger's side, and sat down, resting her hand on her friend's shoulder in a low voice, 'Fiona, surely the great-grandfather still doesn't know about this baby's existence, right? ?'

The great-grandfather of the Desmonds attaches great importance to this story. If he knew that his long-awaited great-grandson was wandering outside, a thousand Fiona Forgers wouldn't stop him from wanting this child back to the Desmond family.

Fiona Forger glared at the smug smile on Cherry Desmond's face. The Desmonds family were... why is everyone equally obnoxious?

'Assured. I won't tell anyone.' The prerequisite was that she had to know whose son the boy was.

Fiona Forger knew that Cherry Desmond wouldn't let go if she didn't hear a definite answer, so she just couldn't bear to say, 'Whose child you say is his son. Norman? '

Fiona Forger did not speak a word.

'Or the eldest brother's?'

'What nonsense are you talking about?' Fiona Forger's voice involuntarily increased a few points.

'If not, what's the point of being so agitated?' Cherry Desmond said with a smile.

'What are you two talking about?' Puddy was bored, hugging his dog as he passed, burying his tiny body in the soft sofa, 'Mom, when will the luggage be brought in?'

Mom returned empty-handed and said the luggage was too heavy, so she asked someone else to pull it back, but why did it take so long to arrive? His treasured tablets and other items were all in that suitcase.

He promised Orange that he would video chat with her when he returned to Singapore.

'I'll ask in a moment.' Fiona Forger spoke in a repulsive voice, already troubled to death.

'I don't know when the airport will start having a luggage delivery service, as you said, come on, be honest, how did you get here just now?' Cherry Desmond said in a mocking voice.

Her eldest brother was on the same flight with them. If she guessed correctly, 90% of the time, Fiona bumped into the eldest brother, and maybe he was returning from his car.

***

Sentosa

Damian Desmond's car had just entered the gate of the large Desmond house when the butler immediately came over to open the door for him, 'Young Master, welcome home.'

Damian Desmond got out of the car, nodded slightly, and was about to enter when he suddenly remembered something. He was just about to turn around when the phone rang again.

Looking at the name on the screen, seeing that it was Cherry Desmond, he pressed the button to listen, 'What?'

'Did you meet Fiona at the airport today?'

He was silent and did not answer.

'Did you bring her back?'

Still silent.

'Her luggage is at your place?'

This time, Damian Desmond said, 'I still have work to do, so be it.'

Phone disconnected.

'Housekeeper John!' He turned to look at the housekeeper behind him.

'Yes, what the matter.' The gray-haired housekeeper respectfully replied.

'Let the person carrying the luggage in the car into my room.'

Finished, he strode straight into the house.

The young master has just returned from a business trip, and it's normal to have luggage.

Housekeeper John initially thought so, but when he opened the trunk of his young master's car, seeing two pink luggage suitcases covered with colorful pieces of paper, the corners of his lips could not help but shrink a few times.

This is a girl's luggage. How could it be in the young master's car?

The young master, this time going abroad for work, is astonishing. With his previously calm personality, the things that can surprise him are not many, almost unprecedented, in the decades of John's housekeeper's life. This can be considered the second time he was so amazed.

The first time was when the young master hugged a girl home and then was "caught in bed" by the great-grandfather of the Desmond family.

'Housekeeper John, is this the young master's luggage?' Linda, who is in charge of errands, couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw the other two pink suitcases. 'How is that possible?'

Butler John immediately glared at her, 'Tell me to do it, just do it, why talk so much? Quickly take it to the young master's room.'

Housekeeper John rebuked a sentence and then turned around and went into the house.