Adrian Quincy gave a resigned smile. "Let's get some sleep. I have a very early flight tomorrow morning."
Claire immediately asked him, "What time?"
"Three in the morning."
"Then we have to sleep right now!!!"
"Okay. Good night."
"Good night..."
...
Claire felt a little regretful she hadn't said a few more words to him last night.
By the time she woke up, he had already left. Then, it dawned on her.
'He's not here anymore, so how am I supposed to get out?'
'I wonder if the Presidential Palace has a back door or something. If I go out the main entrance, I'm afraid I'll be seen, and that would be a disaster.'
'Sigh, I should get up first anyway.'
Claire got out of bed and washed up, pondering how she could leave discreetly.
As she stepped out of the bedroom, she was startled to see two rows of maids standing outside the door. The one at the front held a new set of clothes, while the others all presented trays of food.
'Whoa, what... is all this?'
