I Married the President Chapter 183: As Expected

"Sorry, that was my fault." Adrian Quincy pulled the blanket back over her, then turned and got out of bed.

Seeing the powerful muscles of his back, Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but gasp. His back was covered in scratches—all her handiwork.

"Um... does it hurt?"

"Hmm?" Adrian Quincy was confused.

Claire Sinclair said sheepishly, "I scratched up your back."

"Don’t worry about it. You were just scratching an itch for ."

"..." ’But I know I was scratching really hard! This guy is so thick-skinned!’

Adrian Quincy said nonchalantly, "You took the morning-after pill yesterday. It’s effective for 72 hours, so you don’t need to worry."

"Huh?" ’So it works like that?’ Claire Sinclair had always thought the morning-after pill was only good for one ti.

’Hahaha... I feel so naive all of a sudden.’

The man spoke again. "I’ll use a condom next ti."

’I don’t want there to be a next ti!’

Blushing, Claire Sinclair tactfully changed the subject. "I had my company fitness test today. I ca in dead last in the 800-ter run, so now I have to go to a training camp. I can’t get out until I run a qualifying ti."

"I expected as much."

"..."

Adrian Quincy put on a crisp, navy blue suit, instantly resuming his ascetic and aloof persona, as if everything that had just happened was rely an illusion.

He returned to the bedside and sat down, gazing into the girl’s lovely dark eyes. "I’ll co visit when I have ti. You need to work a little harder. Don’t give my n a reason to laugh at you for too long."

’Does that an everyone at the training camp is one of his people?’

’And he said his people would laugh at ...’

"Am I an embarrassnt to you?"

"My reputation is nothing. Your sister once took first place in every single event at that training camp. The place is filled with tributes to her life’s achievents. For her sake, I hope you can see it through to the end."

Hearing him speak of her sister’s past, Claire Sinclair realized that the burden on her shoulders was far greater than just simple physical training.

’To protect my sister’s honor, I have to see this through to the end!’

"I’ll do my best... Mmph—"

He’d stolen another kiss...

Claire Sinclair blinked, her breath catching as she stared at his handso face, so close to her own.

"Go downstairs and have so lunch. You’ll still have ti to rest a bit after you eat. I’ll take you to the training camp tonight."

"Are you going to eat with ?"

"I’ve already eaten. You can go to the cafeteria and find sothing for yourself."

"Oh..." ’It’s no fun eating alone.’

Adrian Quincy had guessed she’d be reluctant to part with him, but he hadn’t expected her to be this clingy. He couldn’t help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"Claire, if you keep looking at like that, I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll want you again."

Hearing this, Claire Sinclair raised her hands and pushed him away. "Go on, hurry up and go..."

’Another round would kill . I’d die of exhaustion right here on this bed!’

The corner of Adrian Quincy’s mouth lifted into a slight smile. He gave her one last, reluctant look before turning to leave.

’I’m saved...’

Claire Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief.

...

The training camp wasn’t far from Quincy Manor, just a few minutes away by car.

A section of its grounds was specifically set up for military-style training for personnel from affiliated organizations, such as public institutions like the Astoria Daily Press.

The car stopped in front of the main gate. Claire Sinclair got out, planning to wait by the entrance for her colleagues from the company to arrive.

Adrian Quincy got out of the car after her and ca to stand by her side.

Claire Sinclair turned to look at his handso face. "Mr. Quincy, why haven’t you left yet?"

"I’ll leave in a little while."

"Oh..." ’I really wish he wouldn’t leave.’

Claire Sinclair didn’t dare say what she was thinking. She could only feel a secret thrill, cherishing every single mont she had with him.