I Married the President

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: You Sleeping With Me Won’t Affect Anyone

Seeing how worried the netizens were, Claire Sinclair realized that words alone couldn’t possibly convey the reality of the situation here.

’It seems I’ll have to make a video...’

But she had never learned video editing, so she could only resort to the most basic method—a live stream.

It was already dark, and with insufficient light, a live stream was impossible. She would have to wait until dawn to make plans.

With that in mind, she posted a notice on her Weibo: ”I’m currently at the Divine Eagle Squadron’s camp. It’s too dark right now, so tomorrow I’ll do a simple live stream to show everyone the situation in the disaster area. Good night for now.”

After posting on Weibo, she was too exhausted to use the computer any longer. All she wanted now was to lie down and sleep.

Just as she was about to stand up, Adrian Quincy, who had come up behind her at some point, gently placed his hands on her shoulders. ”All done?”

”Yes, I’m done. I want to sleep, but it doesn’t look like there’s anywhere to sleep here...”

On the next mountain over, there was at least a tent where many people could sleep, and she wouldn’t have minded it being crowded. But here, there wasn’t even a place to sleep. The soldiers outside were sleeping directly on the damp grass; only the wounded had tents.

She wasn’t wounded, and she couldn’t possibly sleep with a group of men.

’Speaking of which, Nancy Lockwood is a woman. Where does she sleep?’

As if he had read her mind, Adrian Quincy said in a low voice, ”Nancy Lockwood is a soldier. She’s no different from the men outside. You are not like her. You’ll sleep here tonight.”

”But this is the command center. People could come in at any time. I can’t set a bad example and have a negative influence on everyone else.” Claire Sinclair was determined not to be treated like some pampered little bird in a gilded cage.

’If my sister were still alive, I’m sure she wouldn’t do this either.’

Seeing her resolute attitude, Adrian Quincy knew he couldn’t persuade her and had to compromise. ”In that case, I’ll sleep here with you.”

”Huh?” ’Why isn’t The Great Demon King Quincy playing by the book!’

”You and I sleeping here together won’t affect anyone.”

”No, absolutely not! People will gossip.”

”I’d like to see who dares to breathe a word of gossip about you right under my nose.” As he spoke, a terrifying chill emanated from the man.

Claire Sinclair was the first to be intimidated, instinctively shrinking back. ”Mr. Quincy, you’re being so scary...”

”I’m sorry, I wasn’t being harsh with you. Let’s get some sleep.” With that, Adrian Quincy scooped her up, took two steps to the army cot, and gently placed her on it.

Claire Sinclair looked around. There were no other beds, and an army cot could only fit one person.

”Where are you going to sleep?”

”You sleep first. I need to think about some things.”

Claire Sinclair wanted to say something more, but an uncontrollable yawn escaped her. ’It’s no use,’ she thought, ’I’m just too tired.’ The only words that came out were, ”Good night.”

Adrian Quincy slowly lowered his head, pressing his warm, moist lips to her cherry-red ones. He applied a bit more pressure, then gave them a sharp suck that made a soft, crisp sound, a kiss brimming with deep affection.

Ripples spread through Claire Sinclair’s heart as she finally drifted off to sleep.

...

This was the soundest sleep Claire Sinclair had gotten since coming up the mountain.

When she woke up, she found several people gathered in the tent. Adrian Quincy was discussing a flood discharge plan with them.

Claire Sinclair’s heart tightened. She quickly sat up, and the white T-shirt that had been covering her slid off.

’Isn’t this the shirt I brought for him? He didn’t wear it...’

Claire Sinclair felt a pang of disappointment, but now was clearly not the time to dwell on such things. She quickly got out of the cot, intending to slip out quietly.

Just then, however, they finished their discussion. One by one, they filed out of the tent, until only Adrian Quincy remained.