I Married the President-Chapter 82: Change Your Pants and Start Anew

Adrian Quincy reached around behind her, fastening the button on her shirt. His voice held a trace of regret. "Get up and eat the noodles. They won’t be good cold."

The man’s hot breath washed over her face, carrying a clean scent that was as tempting as his kiss.

Not knowing what came over her, Claire Sinclair wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body pressed against his unconsciously as she said bashfully, "I... I still want..."

"Hm?"

"I mean... Mmmph..."

As if he’d been given the green light, the man no longer held back, launching a fresh assault.

The situation grew increasingly intense. Claire Sinclair was both amazed and terrified—amazed by his masterful seduction, and terrified of where this was going. She feared she wouldn’t be able to take it.

Not until the girl’s stomach protested for a third time did the man finally relent, forced to bring everything to a halt.

This wasn’t the right time to devour her. He couldn’t let her go hungry just to satisfy his own selfish desires.

The man leaned in and whispered in her ear, as if soothing a hungry kitten. "If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop. We’ll continue this next time, hmm?"

"Mmm..." The girl gave a bashful murmur of assent, her face flushing crimson.

’What do I do? This is so embarrassing...’

’I just shamelessly asked a man for more kisses. Does he think I’m that kind of girl now?’

’It’s over. I’ve definitely lost points in his book!’

While she was stewing in her own mortification, Adrian Quincy straightened his clothes, his expression perfectly composed, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"N-no, it’s fine! I can get up myself."

Claire Sinclair scrambled to her feet and tugged at her clothes. A second later, her face suddenly grew hot. Blushing, she said, "I’m just going to the restroom."

With that, she immediately ran upstairs.

Adrian Quincy watched the girl’s flustered retreat, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

’So his wife is this bashful and alluring. He really ought to thank Quinn for playing matchmaker.’

...

「Second Floor.」

Claire Sinclair locked herself in the bathroom, thinking she’d gotten her period, but it turned out she hadn’t.

’Oh god, I’m so mortified...’

’I wish I could just flush myself down the toilet. I can’t possibly face anyone after that.’

She patted her cheeks, trying to clear her head.

’Okay, no more thinking about it. Just change my pants and start fresh.’

...

A few minutes later, Claire Sinclair returned to the first floor, forcing an air of composure.

Adrian Quincy had already placed two bowls of noodles on the dining table. As she approached, he said, "Let’s eat."

"Okay!" Claire Sinclair walked over, sat down across from him, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.

Too much time had passed, so the noodles were a little soggy, but they still tasted pretty good. They certainly looked better than anything she could make.

’Who would’ve thought? The guy can actually cook!’

"Mr. Quincy, these noodles are delicious."

"There’s more in the pot. Have some more if you’re still hungry."

"One bowl is enough for me. I haven’t been eating much lately."

Adrian Quincy’s brow furrowed. "No appetite? Or are you not feeling well?"

Claire Sinclair quickly denied it. "No, no, that’s not it. I just don’t eat a lot in general. I have a small appetite."

Adrian Quincy said in a commanding tone, "Eat more from now on. You’re too thin."

Hearing him say she was too thin gave Claire Sinclair an indescribable feeling.

’This feels... a bit like we’re a newlywed couple...’

’Just a little while ago, I was thinking about divorcing him. Now... can I take that back?’

Seeing her lost in thought, Adrian Quincy spoke again. "Is work exhausting you?"

Claire Sinclair answered automatically, "A little, but it’s bearable."

"What kind of work are you doing these days?" ’For it to make her this thin.’