Seeing this, Claire Sinclair finally understood. She couldn't help but ask, "Teacher Hartwell, do you know about my relationship with Mr. Quincy?"
Reporter Henry Hartwell: It's obvious.
Claire: You have to help me keep this a secret!
Reporter Henry Hartwell: No problem.
Claire Sinclair was about to say something more when she suddenly heard a commotion outside. A car was pulling in!
Her heart tightened. She walked over to the window, parted the curtains, and looked out. A familiar car was parked outside—it was none other than Adrian Quincy's private car.
'Why is that guy back?'
Claire Sinclair went to the door. Just as she opened it, the man appeared outside.
Adrian Quincy strode in, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and lowered his head to peck her on the lips.
Her face flushing, Claire Sinclair slipped out of his embrace and took a step back. "Mr. Quincy, why are you back?"
"I'm not busy tonight, so I came back to keep you company."
"Oh..."
"Have you had dinner?"
