Adrian Quincy stared at her with dark, somber eyes, saying nothing.
'What's with that look? It's like he wants to eat me alive.'
A shiver went down Claire Sinclair's spine. "I'm going upstairs to pack," she said.
With that, she tossed her instant noodle cup into the trash, picked up her laptop, and started to head upstairs.
"Stop," the man commanded in a low voice.
Claire Sinclair looked back at him. "What is it?"
'Haven't I made myself clear enough?'
Adrian Quincy narrowed his eyes, forcing the words through gritted teeth. "Get rid of the apartment."
Claire Sinclair scoffed. "And why should I? Where I choose to live is my own business. You have no right to restrict my freedom."
"Claire Sinclair, don't push me."
"I don't know what your 'line' is, and I don't care. All I know is that I don't want to live here anymore. If you have the guts, then lock me up. Otherwise, your threats are useless!"
