'Adrian Quincy, you really are a madman!'
Claire Sinclair finally relented. "Alright, I won't file for divorce for now. Get up."
Though he had succeeded in making her stay, Adrian Quincy knew he had been utterly defeated. He rose as gracefully as he could, as if his kneeling had never happened.
Claire Sinclair couldn't bear to look at his face and averted her gaze. "There's no point in doing this."
"I've already made my position clear. Unless you can convince me otherwise, I will not divorce you."
"..."
From that moment on, Claire Sinclair had a new goal in life: find a reasonable excuse to convince him to agree to a divorce.
'Fine. She would just have to keep trying to divorce him.'
"Claire, let's go inside and eat the porridge."
"Aren't you eating?"
"I'll eat with you."
"That's more like it..."
'If she were the only one eating, she wouldn't touch it. How boring would it be to eat alone?'
The two returned home and went into the dining room.
