Claire Sinclair slept for a long ti.
She hadn’t slept that soundly in ages. When she woke up, she found herself leaning against an unfamiliar chest, slling a strange yet pleasant cologne.
Reality ca crashing back. She quickly pulled away, her face flushing as she apologized, "I’m so sorry, Your Highness Prince Hale! I can’t believe I fell asleep. That was so rude of . I’m sorry!"
Little Prince Hale smiled and said, "It’s all right. I don’t bla you."
"Um..." Claire Sinclair cautiously looked up, eting his blue eyes. "President Lockwood asked to show you around. Are you hungry?"
’He said it was all right, but who knows if he’ll tattle on when he sees President Lockwood?’
’Looks like I’ll have to bribe him with food...’
Little Prince Hale smiled. "I am a little hungry. What’s good to eat around here?"
"There’s lots of delicious food. Was there anything you wanted to try before you ca?"
Little Prince Hale thought for a long while before saying in accented Mandarin, "I want to eat thirteen-spice crayfish."
Claire Sinclair: "!!!"
’Who the hell taught him about thirteen-spice crayfish? Is it really appropriate for the prince of a nation to be eating crayfish???’
Little Prince Hale quickly explained, "Your older sister told . She said I absolutely had to try thirteen-spice crayfish when I ca to Astoria."
’So it was my sister...’
She and her sister had completely different personalities, but they shared many of the sa tastes.
For example, their palates were almost identical.
Thirteen-spice crayfish was her sister’s favorite, too. When they were little, the two of them would often sneak off to the river to catch crayfish, but whenever they brought them ho, their father would usually take them to eat with his drinks.
It was a tearful mory. Thirteen-spice crayfish was truly the only way to make up for the regrets of her childhood.
Claire Sinclair said with a wide smile, "It’s still early. Crayfish tastes best at night. I’ll take you to eat sothing else first, and then we can go do sothing fun. Is there anywhere you’d like to go?"
"I’d like to see where you work. Mr. Quincy told you’re a reporter now."
"Sure! Then let’s go eat first. My treat!"
"Thank you."
And so, Claire Sinclair took Little Prince Hale to a restaurant specializing in Aethelgard-style cuisine, letting him experience the local favorites.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, their next stop was the Astoria Daily.
Since it was still working hours, Claire Sinclair didn’t dare just bring him over. As soon as she got in the car, she sent a ssage to Teacher Hartwell on WeChat: Teacher Hartwell, Little Prince Hale said he wants to co see our newspaper office. Please have everyone get ready.
She waited for a long ti, but there was no response.
Just as she was about to call him, Little Prince Hale suddenly spoke up. "Little Cutie, can I add you on WeChat?"
’There’s that "Little Cutie" again...’
Claire Sinclair couldn’t rember how that nickna started, but she couldn’t risk upsetting her guest, so she could only bear it in silence. "You use WeChat, too?"
"A lot of young people in my country use it. WeChat is a very interesting social dia platform."
"Okay, I’ll scan your code."
The two of them added each other on WeChat.
Little Prince Hale was a great conversationalist and always had sothing to talk about in the car.
Claire Sinclair was busy keeping up with him, but she kept feeling like she had forgotten sothing. She couldn’t quite rember what it was, and eventually, she decided not to worry about it.
...
「At the Astoria Daily Press.」
Her colleagues were all buried in their work, rushing to et deadlines. The atmosphere was tense.
Just then, a lavishly dressed Phoebe Lockwood suddenly walked in from outside.
She had just returned from the airport. Although she had only gone to see Little Prince Hale’s private jet land, that was enough for her to show off for a bit. After all, no one knew she hadn’t actually t him.
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