"Claire, I've made breakfast. Make sure you eat before you go. —Adrian"
'That guy... How could that last word be so damn charming!!!'
She had never called him by his first name alone. Just saying it out loud made her blush and her heart race.
Thank goodness he wasn't here, or she would have definitely gotten all flustered in front of him.
'Sigh...'
Claire Sinclair sighed, a pang of sadness in her heart. His handwriting was usually so neat and beautiful, like something out of a calligraphy copybook. But the writing on this sticky note was scrawled and messy. She figured he must have left in a great hurry; otherwise, he wouldn't have even finished writing his name.
She couldn't help but pick up her phone and send him a message: Adrian, where are you going so early in the morning?
After waiting for a long time, she finally got a reply: Young Madam, Young Master Quincy is currently unable to use his phone.
'It wasn't him who replied...'
