I Married the President

Chapter 324: Chapter 324: She Got Off His Boat

Claire Sinclair remembered the name Zifeng. He had treated her fever some time ago, but she hadn’t seen him since it broke.

’It seems they have their own circle, don’t they?’

It was only when Claire Sinclair realized this that she discovered she wasn’t part of their circle at all. No wonder none of them could accept her.

’Thankfully, we’re about to part ways. I won’t have to feel insecure over this nonsense anymore.’

Claire Sinclair slowly closed her eyes, shutting herself away in her own little world, not wanting any contact with her surroundings.

She drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

Adrian Quincy seized the opportunity to pull her into his arms. He held her carefully, greedily savoring the feeling of having her.

The car gradually slowed down, finally stopping at the entrance of The Caspian International Grand Hotel.

Claire Sinclair hadn’t woken up yet, and Adrian Quincy couldn’t bring himself to wake her, so he just sat there without moving.

Helen Wallace glanced back and said in a low voice, ”Young Master Quincy, if we don’t head over now, we’ll be late.”

Adrian Quincy gave a slight wave of his hand, signaling her to be quiet.

Helen Wallace understood and nodded, saying nothing more.

Time seemed to stand still...

Claire Sinclair had a dream. She dreamt she was running on a track with no end in sight. No matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach the finish line. It was as if she had fallen into a black-and-white world, completely alone. The eerie atmosphere was terrifying.

Later, when it felt like her heart was about to stop, she jerked awake. As she opened her eyes, she saw that the car had already stopped.

”We’re here! Why didn’t you wake me?” Claire Sinclair complained, turning to open the door and get out.

Adrian Quincy reached out and grabbed her slender arm. ”Claire, wait.”

”Is there something else?” Claire Sinclair was forced to look back at him.

She had planned to use her post-sleep grogginess as an excuse to make a quick escape, afraid she would betray her reluctance to leave. But the moment he touched her, the defenses around her heart crumbled in an instant.

Seeing that she was about to lose control of the situation, Claire Sinclair abruptly pushed him away and, blushing, got out of the car.

The moment she got her suitcase, Claire Sinclair fled into the hotel as if her life depended on it.

Only when her figure was out of sight did Adrian Quincy pull his gaze away. Yet, he lingered, unwilling to leave, wanting to savor the very air she had just occupied.

Although she hated to do it, Helen Wallace had to interrupt. ”Young Master Quincy, if we don’t go now, you won’t make it. If you miss registration, the next chance isn’t for another five years.”

”Let’s go.” Adrian Quincy closed his eyes.

’She had gotten off his ship, but he still had to sail on.’

...

Claire Sinclair checked into her old room again, the one next to Henry Hartwell’s.

She unpacked her suitcase, arranged her things, and then sat down at the desk and opened her laptop.

’She couldn’t let herself think about him leaving. She had to use her favorite pastime to distract herself.’

On Weibo, Yvonne Linden hadn’t made any response, and Damian Walton was also silent. Claire Sinclair was still being viciously attacked by netizens.

Claire Sinclair didn’t want to be dragged into these pointless disputes any longer. She decided to release the second video.

It was a secretly recorded video, one she had hacked from a gossip blogger’s cloud drive. Inside was a video compilation that had already been edited by the blogger.

The video was split into four parts. Each part showed Yvonne Linden at the marriage registration office at four different times, each time with a different man, for some unknown purpose... And at the end of the video, four marriage certificates were displayed.

Of course, Claire Sinclair wasn’t foolish enough to post the video from her own Weibo account.

Claire Sinclair posted the video directly from the blogger’s Weibo account, adding a sentence before it: ”In Aridia, how many years do you get for marriage fraud and bigamy?”