Even a cool-as-ice rock queen ended up looking shy and bashful in front of a master player like Ethan Kingsley.
Ethan Kingsley wrapped his arm around her slender waist. "Babe, let's go…"
The cringeworthy sight finally vanished.
Claire Sinclair immediately said, "That Kingsley guy is so disgusting. He has a girlfriend and still tried to hit on me. What if the paparazzi start writing lies about me?"
Henry Hartwell teased, "Isn't that a good thing? Plenty of women would kill for a connection with him. You'd be famous."
Claire Sinclair scoffed. "Getting famous that way? Don't you think that's disgraceful?"
Henry Hartwell was suddenly intrigued. "Then what kind of fame *isn't* disgraceful?"
"When you're bringing glory to your country, of course. Like an Olympic champion on the podium, or even someone who just misses out. I think that's honorable, win or lose."
'Just like my superhero, silently pouring his blood, sweat, and tears into this country. That's honorable, too.'
