As she tried to struggle, the man suddenly lifted her from the chair. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
The man carried her to the sofa and continued what he had started.
Claire froze, her heart pounding erratically. She watched nervously, fearfully, as the man's face drew closer.
"M-Mr. Quincy…"
"Hm?"
"I…"
"What is it?"
Adrian Quincy had to suppress his overwhelming desire and stop to let her finish.
Claire gingerly raised a hand, placing it on his taut abs and pushing him away.
"I want to go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow."
"…"
Adrian Quincy's cold eyes narrowed, and an intimidating chill emanated from him.
Claire's heart sank, and she said urgently, "I've heard it's really painful the first time, and it affects how you walk. Tomorrow is such an important day; I don't want to be ungraceful in front of the First Lady!"
