Clara Grant looked over in confusion. Seth Quinn was frowning slightly, appearing a little displeased. "My hand is injured. You have to feed me."
Clara Grant's face instantly flushed beet-red at his directness. 'He's doing this on purpose, isn't he? Weren't we supposed to keep our relationship a secret?'
By so blatantly asking her to do something like feeding him, an act reserved for couples, wasn't he just telling Faye Jennings that their relationship wasn't so simple?
She was just about to tell him irritably to eat it himself, but before she could speak, she saw Faye Jennings staring anxiously at Seth Quinn's hands, her voice filled with unconcealed urgency.
"President Quinn, you're injured? Which hand? Let me see. Is it serious?"
As she spoke, she made to stand up and look at his injury.
But she stopped short. With Clara Grant here, Seth Quinn would definitely reject her concern and good intentions.
