"Claire, let me get a good look at you." Adrian Quincy gently pushed his wife out of his embrace and looked her over. Her face was a little rounder, but she still looked slim. Her belly was rounder, and her waist had thickened a bit. Finally, he came to a conclusion. "You've put on some weight."
Claire Sinclair felt a little shy under his gaze. "It's because you've been taking good care of me."
Her words made Adrian Quincy chuckle. "You really know how to make me happy."
"But I'm not kidding..." Claire Sinclair muttered under her breath.
Adrian Quincy was about to say something else when his phone suddenly rang.
He shot his wife an apologetic look before picking up his phone to answer the call.
"Young Master Quincy, we've finished surveying the scene. There are fifteen kidnappers outside, all armed. The madam is being held in a sealed room with two guards. The situation inside the room is unknown. Please advise."
