Her tearful, vulnerable eyes touched the man's heart, stirring a sense of protectiveness within him.
Adrian Quincy couldn't help but lower his head, gazing at her face, wanting to wipe her tears away.
Claire Sinclair's heart began to race, and her thoughts grew muddled.
'How can he be so gentle with me?'
'He doesn't have feelings for me, yet he's acting so intimately, like we're a couple. Is this really okay?'
'But the one he loves is my sister!'
'It's not me. It will never be me!'
Realizing the man's intention, Claire Sinclair snapped back to her senses and quickly stopped his large, gentle hand. "No, don't touch me!!"
Adrian Quincy drew a sharp breath and frowned. "Claire, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, just… don't touch me..." Claire Sinclair lowered her head, her face flushing crimson.
A slight smile touched Adrian Quincy's lips as his fingertips brushed through her hair. "I happen to have some free time today. I'll take you shopping for clothes."
Huh?
