Perhaps because her grandparents were there too, this time returning to The Empyrean Court, she didn't feel any psychological burden.
Upon reaching the destination.
Claire Prescott looked at the man beside her, her voice light as she said, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, President Lowell."
Those pure and alluring eyes made one want to own her, and not let her go back.
"Are you returning to Azure Court tonight?"
"No, I'm going back to Sinclair Apothecary tonight."
Starting work tomorrow, these four days of relaxation and company really made her reluctant to part with the happiness of these days.
She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "I'll miss you."
As she was about to straighten up.
The man wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and in a deep voice, said, "Get out of the car."
It was directed at the driver in front.
Soon.
