Claire Sinclair got her wish and walked up to him, a smile on her face. "Mr. Quincy, what are you doing here?"
Adrian Quincy gave a gentle nod, his gaze soft. "I was in the area, so I came to pick you up. Let's go."
"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Quincy!" A blissful smile spread across Claire Sinclair's face as she affectionately linked her arm with her husband's, and they walked out together.
The couple left under everyone's watchful eyes.
It felt like an eternity before anyone reacted.
"Did the new president just leave with Claire Sinclair?"
"Haven't they broken up?"
"No way, they actually haven't broken up???"
"Does anyone know the truth? Did they break up or not?"
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In the car, Claire Sinclair couldn't contain her joy, playfully fiddling with her husband's hand.
"Mr. Quincy, how did you have time to come back today? Isn't it busy at the Presidential Palace?"
"I had a little time. I'm not going back tonight; I'm coming home to be with you."
