'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.
