Clara Grant remained in the same position, one hand propping up her body and the other reaching for the phone. When she heard Seth Quinn's muffled groan, she instinctively glanced at his face.
Seth Quinn was also still in his previous seated position. His face seemed as expressionless as ever, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't hard to spot the pained restraint. His face even seemed a little pale, and a few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.
Clara Grant was a little surprised. "What's wrong?"
Seth Quinn's brow was tightly furrowed. His gaze shifted downward, fixing on a certain spot, and he said through gritted teeth, "Woman, are you trying to murder your husband?"
Confused, Clara Grant followed his gaze. The sight made her jump in shock.
In her haste, the hand she was using to support herself had... had somehow ended up pressed against his crown jewels.
