Clara Grant remained in the sa position, one hand propping up her body and the other reaching for the phone. When she heard Seth Quinn’s muffled groan, she instinctively glanced at his face.
Seth Quinn was also still in his previous seated position. His face seed as expressionless as ever, but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t hard to spot the pained restraint. His face even seed a little pale, and a few beads of sweat had ford on his forehead.
Clara Grant was a little surprised. "What’s wrong?"
Seth Quinn’s brow was tightly furrowed. His gaze shifted downward, fixing on a certain spot, and he said through gritted teeth, "Woman, are you trying to murder your husband?"
Confused, Clara Grant followed his gaze. The sight made her jump in shock.
In her haste, the hand she was using to support herself had... had sohow ended up pressed against his crown jewels.
For a mont, Clara Grant’s palm felt like it was on fire, and she snatched her hand back. But then, terrified she had actually crippled him, she instinctively gave the area a few rubs in a panic.
"I... I didn’t do it on purpose."
’These were the crown jewels of the Quinn family’s eldest son, the great President of Aegis! If she broke them, she could never afford it.’
However, as she unconsciously fumbled with those few rubs, the pained restraint on Seth Quinn’s face intensified. But this ti, that restraint was mixed with a hint of pleasure.
’God, all she did was fumble around clumsily a few tis, and his body was already reacting so strongly.’
Seeing the small tent that had instantly pitched in his pants, Seth Quinn felt his throat go dry. His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
Feeling the strange change under her hand and seeing the small tent, Clara Grant’s already beet-red face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, completely obscuring her normally fair complexion.
"President Quinn, President Quinn, are you still there? What happened?"
Just as she was mortified, an anxious voice ca from the phone, snapping them both back to reality. Seth Quinn didn’t answer. He simply hung up and tossed the phone into the storage compartnt.
On the other end of the line, Chase Childs stared blankly at the disconnected call, utterly baffled. ’What was going on with the President?’
’He stopped mid-sentence and then inexplicably hung up on !’
anwhile, beside him, River Sterling, who had been craning his neck to eavesdrop, had a face full of gossip and excitent. "Seth said sothing about ’murdering her dear husband’? What does that an? What does that an!"
As he spoke, perhaps getting too excited, he gave Chase Childs a heavy punch on the shoulder. Chase was speechless.
’There was nothing wrong with their President Sterling, except that he was too much of a gossip, especially when it ca to President Quinn!’
River Sterling paid him no mind and continued talking to himself, "The woman with Seth must be Clara Grant. It looks like there’s not only sothing going on between them, but it’s sothing big!"
’Who knows, she might really be our future sister-in-law!’
’Hmm, this Clara Grant is interesting. Looks like I’ll have to find a chance to get to know her!’
...
「In the car,」
Seth Quinn looked at Clara Grant’s impossibly flushed face, feeling the wild desire she had stirred up rampaging through his body. He imagined pinning her down fiercely, and the lust in his eyes grew even more intense and obvious.
After a long mont, perhaps because she wasn’t getting a reaction from him, Clara Grant secretly lifted her eyelids to peek at him. She saw him staring at her with a deep, intense gaze.
Her stubborn streak flared up. ’It’s not like she did it on purpose. Why is he staring at like that? Is he thinking of hitting or sothing?’
"What are you looking at for? I already apologized. Besides, it can still get hard, so it’s not broken..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Seth Quinn gently pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and et his gaze.
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