'No, no way.' She really didn't dare to eat anything that man brought.
Claire's gaze drifted curiously to the small box he had left on the food cart. As much as she wanted to know what was inside, she didn't open it.
'Now that I'm with Mr. Quincy, I shouldn't get entangled with other men—especially an international fugitive.'
In the end, Claire didn't touch anything he had brought. She had a waiter take the food cart away and ordered a fresh breakfast, which she ate with peace of mind.
After waiting in the room for almost two hours, Adrian Quincy finally returned.
Claire excitedly rushed over, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. "Mr. Quincy, if you hadn't come back any sooner, I was going to go out and find you."
"What's wrong?" Adrian Quincy could sense her unease.
Claire looked up at his handsome face and answered honestly, "Orion Osborne came to see me this morning."
