I Married the President

’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."

"Are you alright?" Adrian Quincy immediately held her at arm’s length, looking her over.

Claire shook her head. "He didn’t do anything to me. He just said he was in the area and decided to stop by and see me. He also brought breakfast and a gift, but I didn’t eat the food or look at the gift. I had a waiter take it all away."

Adrian Quincy’s brow furrowed slightly. ’This hotel has a comprehensive security system, and the men I left to protect Claire are elites. Yet somehow, no one noticed that man slip in.’

’It was obvious Wild Cherry House’s influence ran deep within this hotel.’

’Looks like we can’t stay here any longer.’

"Pack your things. We’re leaving this place."

"Where are we going?"

"Chinatown."

"Are we moving the plan up?" Claire asked instinctively.

Adrian Quincy gave a slight nod. He took her hand, led her back into the room, and went to the wardrobe to start packing.

All of Claire’s things were at Faye’s house, so she had nothing to pack. She started helping him instead.

After leaving the hotel, the two got into a private car bound for Chinatown.

Claire took out her phone and sent Faye a message: *Faye, Mr. Quincy and I are heading to Chinatown now.*

Faye Dean: *Okay, I’ll let my parents know right away.*

Claire put her phone down and looked up at Adrian Quincy. "Mr. Quincy, I let Faye know we’re on our way."

Adrian Quincy immediately pulled her into his embrace. "Claire, I’m so sorry. Thank God you’re safe." ’If anything had happened, he would have blamed himself forever.’

’I never should have left her alone at the hotel. Never.’

Claire smiled, relieved. "It’s alright, I’m perfectly fine, see? Besides, I was so exhausted from last night that I slept in. I was dead tired."

"Are you still sore down there?" Adrian Quincy asked, concerned.

Claire’s face grew hot, and she shook her head quickly. "Not anymore!"

"When we get back, let’s take it easy for a few days and see if we were successful. If you’re pregnant, we’ll have to stop. If not... we’ll just have to keep trying."

... ’This conversation was so embarrassing.’

Blushing, Claire instinctively buried her face in his chest, not wanting to say another word.

A pleased smile touched Adrian Quincy’s lips. He bent down to kiss her hair, then suddenly remembered something. "I’ve already had Feng Sheng’s grave arranged. I’ve been so busy lately, I forgot to tell you."

"It’s finally ready?" Claire looked up at him.

She couldn’t help but think of their first child, and a shadow of sorrow still lingered in her eyes.

Adrian Quincy couldn’t bear to see that look in her eyes. He said softly, "Claire, trust me, and trust yourself. We’ll definitely have another child."

Claire nodded. ’She had secretly made a decision, but she couldn’t tell him about it just yet.’