Claire was distracted, picking at her white rice one grain at a time, her face filled with melancholy.
Mrs. Quincy couldn't help but speak up. "Claire, why aren't you eating any of the other dishes? Is the food not to your liking?"
Claire Sinclair shook her head. "No, no, I'm just not very hungry."
Just as she finished speaking, the sound of a key turning in the lock suddenly came from the door.
Claire Sinclair's heart leaped with joy. "Adrian must be back!"
With that, she put down her chopsticks and excitedly ran to the door to greet him.
The door opened, and sure enough, it was the man she had been longing for. With hardly a second thought, she threw her arms open and pulled him into a tight embrace, her body trembling slightly with excitement.
Adrian Quincy was startled for a moment, then he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Claire, what's wrong?"
Claire Sinclair shook her head against his chest, not saying a word.
