She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice Adrian Quincy had returned.
"Claire, the doctor said Grandpa’s life isn’t in danger for now. You don’t have to worry."
Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but ask, "Grandpa was doing just fine. How could his condition suddenly get so much worse?"
"He probably heard we were getting a divorce. The shock and anger were likely too much for him, causing his health to decline."
"Who has such a big mouth, telling Grandpa White-beard sothing like that..." Claire Sinclair muttered under her breath.
Adrian Quincy ca up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He pressed his cheek against hers and said in a low voice, "Claire, for Grandpa’s sake... let’s not get a divorce, okay?"
"I..." ’Don’t give in, don’t give in!’
"If you’re so set on a divorce, then you can tell Grandpa right here and now that we’re not right for each other. Otherwise, he’ll bla for not treating you well and making you run away."
’What a psycho! How could I possibly badmouth his grandson and daughter-in-law in front of a critically ill old man!’
Claire Sinclair said irritably, "Mr. Quincy, don’t you think that’s a bit much?"
"There’s nothing much about it. This is our situation. Just tell him the truth."
"Don’t push ."
"I’m not pushing you. Think it over before you say anything."
’He’s totally pushing !’
Claire Sinclair looked at the old man’s peaceful face. She wanted to say sothing, but no words would co out.
The truth was, from the day she married him until now, he had never let her co to any harm. He had even doted on her, stood up for her, and treated her with such tenderness...
He was so perfect; she had always been the one trying to catch up to him.
’So why did she want to give up completely now?’
’Was she really going to give up just because his mother had completely invalidated all of her efforts?’
’Claire Sinclair, are you really that much of a pushover?’
’Heh... I guess I really am.’
"If we keep going like this, will anything good co of it?"
"If you’re willing to stay, I will build an empire just for you."
’Like hell I want an empire...’
"Even if I told you I don’t like you, you’d still want to stay with ?"
"I don’t believe you feel nothing for ."
’Such an arrogant man.’
Claire Sinclair looked up, an amused expression on her face as she gazed at his handso features. "The only place you make feel anything is in bed."
Besides, Grandpa White-beard was still unconscious and no one else was around. It was the only reason she dared to say it.
Adrian Quincy’s voice was low. "Maybe I can make you feel sothing outside of bed, too. Want to try?"
"I don’t—Mmph..."
Before she could finish her protest, the man’s lips crashed down on hers, impatient.
It was the sa familiar formula, the sa intoxicating flavor...
She had almost no ability to resist, falling into his web of affection without any warning, completely unable to escape.
He was right. As long as it was him, it didn’t matter where they were—a single kiss was enough to ta her.
’Claire Sinclair, you’re so pathetic!’
Claire Sinclair cursed herself inwardly. ’Screw it. If I can’t leave him, then I’ll just have to devour him whole!’
...
And just like that, the little white rabbit who had so adamantly co for a divorce was instead gobbled up by the big bad wolf.
Halfway through the kiss, Claire Sinclair suddenly realized that the old man had woken up at so point and was now staring at them, a delighted grin on his face.
’Is... is this a final burst of energy???’
Claire Sinclair was scared out of her wits and slapped at the man’s chest.
Adrian Quincy frowned slightly, giving her lip a little bite before asking in displeasure, "What’s wrong?"
"G-Grandpa’s awake!"
Adrian Quincy glanced back, his brow instantly furrowing. "Grandpa, you should get so rest. I’ll bring Claire to see you another day."
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