Her ecstatic expression was just like that of a young wife eagerly awaiting her husband's return from a business trip.
Adrian Quincy changed into his slippers and walked over. "Just make something simple. Have you eaten?"
"Yeah, I only had a little bit. I'll go make something simple for you. It'll be quick."
"..."
Adrian Quincy was about to tell her not to rush, but she had already disappeared into the kitchen.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a business card on the table. When he saw the name, his brow furrowed slightly, but then his lips curled into a devilish smirk.
A few minutes later, Claire Sinclair walked into the dining room carrying a bowl of noodles. "Mr. Quincy, I made some noodles. Will that be alright?"
Adrian Quincy walked into the dining room and glanced at the freshly made noodles.
A few green vegetables, an egg, and several slices of tomato. It looked simple, yet very appetizing.
