A Night of Desire

Chapter 204 - 201: Where’s the ’Per’? Where’s the ’Vert’?

Clara Grant finally remembered. Chase Childs had been driving on the way back to the city. Didn’t that mean he saw everything—her sleeping on Seth Quinn’s lap, drooling and all?

’How mortifying!’

A wave of humiliation and anger washed over Clara Grant. She struggled fiercely, instinctively slapping the man’s chest before pushing off him with both hands to sit up.

"So what if I fell asleep? Why did you let me sleep on your lap? What’s wrong with you?"

Seth Quinn rubbed his chest, which ached a little where she had pushed off. But far from being annoyed, the smile on his face didn’t fade. He propped himself up into a half-sitting position and said:

"Such a heartless woman. I was just trying to be nice and let you sleep more comfortably, but not only are you not moved, you even hit me. Doesn’t your conscience bother you at all?"

Clara Grant rolled her eyes at him. "You just said I was heartless, so how could it possibly bother me? Are you an idiot?"

Her comeback left Seth Quinn momentarily speechless. He just chuckled and said no more, but inwardly, he was thoroughly enjoying this kind of interaction with her.

This kind of playful bickering was just like the flirting between a couple.

At least in this moment, she was no longer keeping him at a respectful distance. They were no longer the most familiar of strangers.

It felt as if their two hearts were quietly drawing closer. And if their hearts were getting closer, could being in love be far behind?

’In love?’

When that phrase appeared in Seth Quinn’s mind, he, too, was taken aback for a moment.

’Was he in love with Clara Grant? He wasn’t sure.’

But it wouldn’t be so bad if he had. Since he had married her, regardless of the initial reason, he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.

For two people spending a lifetime together, being in love with each other seemed like a wonderful thing.

"Where is this?" Clara Grant turned her head to survey the room. Judging by the decor and furnishings, it didn’t look like a hotel. Her heart skipped a beat. ’He didn’t bring me back to the Quinn Family estate, did he?’

Clara Grant’s question broke Seth Quinn from his thoughts. "This is one of my personal properties, an apartment. It’s not large, but it’s quiet and has a pleasant view."

Hearing that they weren’t at the Quinn Family estate, Clara Grant breathed a sigh of relief. She flung off the light blanket covering her, intending to get out of bed.

But she used too much force and yanked the blanket off Seth Quinn as well. She only had time for a quick glance before letting out a shriek and covering her eyes with her hands.

"Why... why-why-why aren’t you wearing any pants?"

Without the blanket to cover him, he was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs...

Seth Quinn chuckled. He leaned in close to her ear and breathed softly, "You’ve already touched, so why are you afraid to look?"

Clara Grant kept her eyes squeezed shut, her face so red it felt like it was about to explode. "Seth Quinn, you... you’re a pervert!"

"A pervert? How so? Besides, I’m in my own home, sleeping with my own wife. Am I supposed to wear a three-piece suit to bed?"

Clara Grant: "..."

’Wasn’t he supposed to be the cold, arrogant, overbearing CEO? Wasn’t he always aloof and a man of few words? Why is he so talkative now? And saying such crass things!’

’Are all cold, aloof CEOs secretly the smoldering type?’

"Seth Quinn, say one more word and I’ll divorce you!" Clara Grant said, fumbling her way off the bed while still covering her eyes. She stood there, her voice a mixture of humiliation and anger.

Seth Quinn smiled. Deciding to quit while he was ahead, he stopped teasing her and slipped on a set of casual loungewear.

"Alright, you can uncover your eyes now."

Not quite trusting him, Clara Grant carefully parted her fingers just a little. Squinting through the gap, she saw that he was indeed fully dressed before she finally lowered her hands from her eyes.