I Married the President

It turned out that three months before joining the show, the contestant had been in a fatal hit-and-run. He fled the scene and never turned himself in. The police had only just cracked the case, so they came and took him away.

That alone was enough to end his career in the entertainment industry.

After watching this episode, the netizens were all eating their words.

[I think they should rename *Shining Star* to *The ’Eating My Words’ Show*.]

[This is a textbook case of everyone eating their words.]

[Hey, production team, did you have fun making us all look like fools?]

[Claire Sinclair kept quiet for so long while being insulted. I think she’s a bit of a ’white lotus’.]

[To the person above calling her a ’white lotus,’ are you an idiot? The production team already said that Claire Sinclair signed a confidentiality agreement. It’s not that she *wouldn’t* talk, she *couldn’t*.]

[Regardless, I bad-mouthed Claire Sinclair before, so I apologize.]

[I think this is really meaningful. The idols they used to pick were so fake. Now that *Shining Star* has added a moral assessment, it’s really raised the quality of the idols.]

...

Claire Sinclair watched the comments scrolling across the screen and finally felt a sense of relief. ’I’ve finally cleared my name. Filming the show should be much easier from now on.’

Just as she was lost in thought, the man suddenly sat down beside her, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and buried his face in her shoulder.

"Claire, I’ve thought of a new idea. Want to try it?"

"Absolutely not!!!" Claire Sinclair refused without a second thought.

’He’d said the same thing last time, and what happened? *Hah.* It left my body so sore and achy, I felt like an old woman. There’s no way I’m making that same mistake again.’

Adrian Quincy said nonchalantly, "The chances of you getting pregnant this time should be a little higher."

"Really?"

"We’ll only know if we try."

"..." ’I’ve been played!’

Claire Sinclair realized it was already too late. The man suddenly swept her into his arms and strode over to the window.

’What is he trying to do?’

Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Showing you the view."

"..."

’Could she say no?’

The answer was always no.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Claire Sinclair lay languidly on the bed, not wanting to move an inch.

The Great Demon King Quincy, fully sated, held her body as if she were a precious treasure, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Claire Sinclair suddenly remembered something. "Mr. Quincy, when are you going back?"

"I have to go somewhere tomorrow, but I’ll be back the day after to stay with you."

"Oh..." ’I don’t want him to go, even if it’s just for a day.’

Claire Sinclair felt a pang of disappointment. She raised her arms to hug his, nuzzling her face into his chest.

How could Adrian Quincy bear to leave her? He instinctively hugged her a little tighter and said in a low voice, "Claire, having you here these past few days has made me feel so much better."

"After you go back, you have to stay like this. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. You’re my superhero; you can’t fall."

"Okay." Adrian Quincy lowered his head and kissed her brow. It was still early, and he was reluctant to let her go, so he just held on to her tightly.

The moment Claire Sinclair thought about him leaving, her heart ached unbearably.

The more she thought about it, the more reluctant she was to let him go. Claire Sinclair suddenly rolled over, her eyes full of a sweet glimmer. "Adrian, I want to try."

Adrian Quincy understood her unspoken meaning. He was pleasantly surprised, but mostly filled with a tender reluctance. "Claire, don’t force yourself."

"I just want to help you relax properly."

"Okay."

...

...

The next day, Adrian Quincy left the hotel bright and early. He departed without a word, only instructing the men he had stationed at the hotel that they were to protect his wife at all costs.