Aiden Howkins, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle.
'So Young Master Quincy has a childish side to him. You live and you learn.'
Claire Sinclair finished peeling the egg, scooped out the yolk to eat, and placed the remaining white into a certain someone's bowl.
"To be fair, I'll eat the yolk, and you eat the white."
Adrian Quincy glanced at his bowl but didn't move.
Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "What, do you want me to feed you?"
"You could try."
"Shameless! Who wants to feed you?!"
The man's expression turned serious. "If you don't finish all of this, don't even think about leaving Quincy Manor today."
Claire Sinclair looked up and glared at him. 'This guy has being a scoundrel down to an art. I surrender.'
She picked up the chopsticks he had used, lifted the egg white, and brought it to his lips.
