Claire Sinclair, of course, understood his implication. She whispered, "I have tomorrow off."
"Is that okay?"
"Mhm."
Having received the girl's permission, Adrian Quincy no longer held back, gradually showering her with his affection.
The night was cool and still, occasionally punctuated by the sweet nothings of lovers. As the late hour blurred into a haze, it left a trail of romance in its wake.
「...」
Claire Sinclair was sleeping fitfully when she faintly heard the man getting out of bed, and her eyes fluttered open.
Through her sleepy haze, she saw him standing by the wardrobe, dressing. His movements were swift yet meticulous, exuding an elegant nobility.
In less than half a minute, he was fully dressed in his military uniform. He walked over quickly, knelt on the bed, and leaned down to kiss her half-closed eyes.
