An intimate affair, undisturbed, stretched from dawn until dusk. It only drew to a close as night fell and the city lights began to glow.
Claire Sinclair was exhausted, but her spirits were high. She had finally started to emerge from the grief of losing her child.
When he finished making dinner, she devoured two bowls.
'Life is already so hard. Only good food can soothe a wounded soul.'
After dinner, Adrian Quincy began clearing the table without being asked.
Claire Sinclair couldn't bear to see him tire himself out, so she went over to help. "Here, let me do that."
Adrian Quincy refused in a deep voice, "No, it's alright. You're exhausted. Go get some rest."
"How could I be tired? You were the one doing all the work."
With that, Claire Sinclair snatched the unwashed bowl from his hands.
Pushed aside by her, Adrian Quincy watched as she focused on washing the dishes. Seeing no trace of sadness on her face, the corners of his lips curled into a charming smile.
