I Married the President-Chapter 120: The Cold and Aloof Persona Has Collapsed
’Hee hee~ He’s flirting with me!’
Claire Sinclair couldn’t possibly bring herself to hang up. While he wasn’t looking at the camera, she openly admired the man’s perfect, handsome face, her own cheeks growing redder by the second.
"I just realized today that you’re not just a smoldering type—you’re also pretty narcissistic."
’In short: his cold persona has completely crumbled!’
The corner of Adrian Quincy’s mouth lifted into a smirk. "Want to hear my assessment of you?"
"Uh, go ahead!"
Adrian Quincy gave her a seemingly casual glance before naturally averting his eyes. He parted his lips and said softly, "Of three thousand streams, I only wish to draw from one."
Claire Sinclair’s heart skipped a beat, and a strange feeling bubbled up inside her.
Although she had a general idea of what he meant, she still wanted to hear him say it plainly.
"Can’t you just say it in plain English?"
"Does it still hurt there?"
He suddenly countered with a question.
Claire Sinclair’s body stiffened for a moment before she quickly shook her head. "It doesn’t hurt anymore!"
"Good. You should work on your stamina when you have time. Otherwise, you won’t be able to keep up with me next time."
"..." ’I am not dignifying that with a response!’
Just as she fell silent, Adrian Quincy suddenly spoke. "I have to take a call. I’ll talk to you later."
With that, the video call ended.
Claire Sinclair pouted. ’As if he’s the only one who’s busy!’
’Wait, I almost forgot something!’
She quickly sent a message to her best friend: Faye, are you okay?
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Faye Dean finally replied: Couldn’t be better!
Claire: Is the guy alive?
Faye: I saved him, but the bastard is mooching off me and won’t leave my house. He’s even taken over my bed! He says he’ll only leave after I’ve treated his injuries, but he refuses to go to a hospital. I seriously think I’m being scammed!
Claire: You hit him with your car. You’re lucky he’s not suing you. Just put up with it for now.
Faye: Hmph. Let me tell you, I think he’s an illegal immigrant. He doesn’t have any ID on him. And I saw a really weird wound on his body—it’s all festered and looks a bit like a gunshot wound, but he didn’t even flinch. What kind of person do you think he is?
’No way, that sounds terrifying!’
Claire Sinclair suggested: An assassin? A spy? Why don’t you try calling the police?
After she sent that message, Faye Dean suddenly went silent.
...
「Meridia.」
"If you dare call the police, I’ll kill you." A deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, making Faye Dean jump in fright.
Faye Dean fumbled to put her phone away. Although she was terrified, her personality was naturally headstrong. She fearlessly retorted, "Go on then, kill me! I can tell you’re no good. But if you kill me, don’t even think about escaping the police in Meridia!"
The man was about to speak when he broke into an uncontrollable fit of coughing. It aggravated an old wound on his chest, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Seeing his agonized expression, Faye Dean couldn’t bear it and softened her tone. "It was my fault for hitting you, and I’ll take full responsibility. But please, be a little more polite to me. At the very least, show me some respect."
The man nodded but didn’t speak, stifling his coughs and unable to make a sound.
Faye Dean hesitated for a moment before asking, "What’s your name?"
"Frank Morgan."
’What a strange name...’
Frank Morgan rasped, "And... your name?"
"Faye Dean."
"Faye Dean..." Frank Morgan murmured her name, and the next second, his entire body collapsed.
Faye Dean’s expression changed. She rushed over to support him. "Hey, what’s wrong with you?"
The man didn’t respond.
She reached out to touch his forehead, only to recoil from the scorching heat.
’So hot...’
’The guy’s running a high fever. This is so much trouble!’
’Then again, he was able to read the Chinese characters on my phone. Could he be from Country H, too?’
(The other supernatural novel Cece is writing went live today, and the results weren’t great, which caused me to get writer’s block for this book... Sigh. Please bear with this Chapter for now. Once I get my groove back, the plot will get back on track...)
