Chapter 747: Are you planning to have a hidden marriage with me forever?

Chapter 747: Chapter 747: Are you planning to have a hidden marriage with me forever?

Claire Sinclair had once seen a documentary about The Presidential Palace on TV. When she saw this gorgeous, spacious suite, her only thought was that the President’s bedroom was too big and must be cold at night.

But now that she was here in person, she realized she was wrong. It wasn’t cold at all; in fact, it was quite warm.

Adrian Quincy led her into the adjacent study and had her sit down at the desk, where a laptop was waiting.

"Claire, there’s a hidden virus on this computer. I need you to find and eliminate it. That’s the job I have for you."

"Virus removal? That’s simple enough." Claire Sinclair thought that was a job for any regular technician. ’Bringing me all this way just to remove a virus seems like a bit of overkill.’

A faint smile touched Adrian Quincy’s lips. "I’m going to go lie down for a bit. Wake me when you’re finished."

"Alright, go on."

The man gave her a kiss on the cheek before getting into bed.

Claire Sinclair took a deep breath and got to work on the computer.

She had assumed the virus he mentioned would be easy to find, but it took her an hour just to hunt the little thing down. And even then, it was incredibly difficult to eliminate.

After nearly two hours of wrestling with it, the mission was finally complete.

Claire Sinclair dusted off her hands, stood up, and walked to the side of the bed. But in the next second, she froze.

The man was wearing white silk pajamas, unbuttoned, revealing a well-defined chest that rose and fell with each breath.

He was sound asleep. His impossibly handsome face was flawless, and his slightly pursed lips looked more and more captivating the longer she stared. ’I really want to...’

’No, I don’t!’

Blushing, Claire Sinclair sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. She wanted to wake him, but she just didn’t have the heart.

’Aaaah, should I wake him up or not?’

’I won’t. I’ll just let him sleep a bit longer.’

Having finally made up her mind, Claire Sinclair rested her head on her arms at the edge of the bed and watched him sleep.

Before she knew it, sleepiness washed over her. She lazily straightened up, stole a quick kiss on his lips, and then laid her head back down to sleep.

In a daze, she felt herself being lifted. She opened her eyes to see the perfect contour of the man’s profile, just inches away.

"Adrian..."

"You’re awake?"

"When did you wake up?" Claire Sinclair tried to get down, but he wouldn’t let her. He placed her on the bed, then lay down beside her.

Claire Sinclair rolled over to face him. "Is it really okay for me to spend the night here?"

Adrian Quincy said softly, "You’re my wife. What kind of problem do you think there could be?"

Claire Sinclair thought for a long while before finally saying, "But if people find out I’m your wife, how can I keep being a journalist? That wouldn’t be good."

Adrian Quincy’s cool gaze hardened, his tone laced with displeasure. "Are you planning on keeping our marriage a secret forever?"

Claire Sinclair’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly shook her head. "No, no, that’s not it. It’s just... I’m only twenty-four. If you pin the title of ’First Lady’ on me now, it would just feel like a hollow title. I want to gain more life experience on my own first. Once I feel I’m worthy of the title, we can go public... Is that okay?"

Adrian Quincy was silent for a moment before saying in a low, serious voice, "You can spend a lifetime gaining experience and it will never be enough. I’ll give you one year at most. After one year, we’ll have our wedding."

Claire Sinclair muttered under her breath, "One year is too short..."

"Claire, I love you."

"I..." Claire Sinclair desperately wanted to bargain for more time, more freedom, but she couldn’t bring herself to hurt his feelings. She changed her tune. "...love you too."

"Claire, don’t make me wait too long."

"I... love you very much!"

"Claire."

"Every cell in my body loves you!"