I Married the President-Chapter 45: Beggars Can’t Be Choosers

Adrian Quincy’s attempts at persuasion failed, so he reached out to snatch it away.

Claire Sinclair seized the opportunity to stand up, leap over the sofa, and scamper upstairs.

"Claire Sinclair!"

The man’s hysterical shout echoed from behind her. ’Let him yell,’ she thought.

Claire Sinclair shut herself in her room, locking the door behind her. She then closed all the windows before finally walking over to her vanity and sitting down, relieved.

’Hehehe, my dear crayfish, I’m here to grace you with my presence!’

...

「In the opposite bedroom.」

Adrian Quincy wasn’t in a hurry to snatch the food away from the girl. He walked into the bathroom nonchalantly, deciding to take a shower first.

Because of his injuries, he didn’t shower for long. He didn’t even use body wash, simply rinsing himself off before getting out.

Next, he found the first-aid kit and bandaged his wound himself. His movements were a bit clumsy, but he managed to get it done.

By the time he finished treating his wound, half an hour had passed. It was time to go settle the score with that little woman.

He walked over to the door of the room across the hall and knocked.

After a long wait, the door opened a crack, and the aroma of thirteen-spice powder wafted out.

Claire Sinclair didn’t dare open the door all the way. She spoke through the crack, "Mr. Quincy, I already finished the crayfish. If you want it back, I can go to the bathroom and make myself throw up."

Hearing this, Adrian Quincy shoved the door open.

She hadn’t realized he would do that. Her body was pressed right against the door, and the sudden force sent the unprepared girl tumbling to the floor with a dull thud.

’What a jerk!’ Claire Sinclair cursed internally. She rubbed her sore backside as she scrambled to her feet. "You’re so rude! Barging into a lady’s room without permission!"

The words had barely left her mouth when the man grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall.

Claire Sinclair was forced to meet his gaze. Sensing his anger, she felt a flicker of fear.

"Wh-what are you trying to do?"

The man’s face drew closer to hers. "Claire Sinclair, remember what I told you. Less junk food."

"Crayfish isn’t junk food!"

"Say one more good thing about it, and I’ll bite your tongue off."

"..." ’He’s basically a dog. Diagnosis complete.’

Seeing her still-unrepentant expression, Adrian Quincy’s brow furrowed in displeasure. He glared at her as if he wanted to kill her.

’So fierce...’

Claire Sinclair’s heart was about to leap out of her chest. "Wh-what are you doing..."

The man lowered his gaze slightly, leaning in close to her ear. His voice was low and husky. "I’m not *that* desperate."

Claire Sinclair pushed him away. "Then stop looking at me like you want to kill me!" she snapped.

After she pushed him away, Adrian Quincy stumbled and fell onto the bed beside her. His brows knitted together as he let out a muffled groan of pain. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She had pushed him right where his wound hadn’t fully healed.

Claire Sinclair suddenly remembered he was still injured. Her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she quickly turned to face him.

"Are you okay?"

Adrian Quincy gently shook his head.