Seth Quinn drove into the underground parking garage. He had been driving quite fast, but he slowed down when he saw the expression on Clara Grant's face beside him.
"What's wrong? Still not feeling well?" Although he was frustrated with her, he couldn't help but worry.
Clara Grant, who was resting her head in her hand, heard his question and tilted her head slightly to look at him. "I'm fine. It's just a little headache, nothing serious."
Seth Quinn stopped the car and rolled down the window. "Let's get some air. It might make you feel better."
After saying that, he leaned in slightly toward her. He had just reached out a hand when he saw her flinch back, panic in her eyes. Her voice was full of suspicion. "What are you doing?"
Seth Quinn sighed. 'I've never even truly made a move on her, yet I've already scared her this badly?'
'Does she really hate my touch that much?'
