Chapter 458: Chapter 451: When You’re in Front of Me, There Is Only You in My Eyes and in My Heart

Seth paused before continuing, "Because no matter what, it’s how I got to marry you, so I don’t regret it. But it hurt you, and for that, I have to say... I’m sorry!"

With that, he gazed at her, his eyes filled with hope. "Clara, can you forgive me?"

Clara Grant was taken aback by his sudden seriousness and found herself momentarily speechless.

When Seth Quinn saw her silence, he mistakenly assumed she was debating whether to forgive him. His nerves instantly tensed, and his gaze locked onto her, unblinking.

He had to admit, he was nervous, terrified that she would open her mouth only to say she couldn’t forgive him.

’After all, she had said before that if he deceived her about something major, she would leave him without a second thought.’

’And what he’d deceived her about definitely qualified as something major.’

’Even if she wasn’t angry at him anymore—given that he’d taken a bullet for her—he still wasn’t sure if she could ever forgive him completely.’

When Clara Grant snapped out of her daze, she glanced down to see Seth Quinn’s face, a mask of tension and anticipation.

A mischievous impulse struck her. She feigned a serious expression, pretending to think it over. She waited until Seth looked like he was about to spontaneously combust from anxiety, then she furrowed her brow and said slowly, "Whether or not I forgive you will depend on your performance from now on..."

She hadn’t even finished her sentence when Seth Quinn started nodding eagerly. "Don’t you worry. Once my wound heals, I promise I’ll work hard on my performance and make sure you’re thoroughly... satisfied. I won’t stop until my ’performance’ leaves you unable to get out of bed for days and nights on end!"

Clara Grant’s face flushed crimson. ’If he weren’t injured, and if she wasn’t so worried about leaving him here alone, she would have stormed right out.’

’That was *not* the kind of performance I meant, okay?!’

’This man... once his mind goes into the gutter, there’s no pulling it back out, is there?’

’Men. They really are just animals who think with their lower half!’

While Clara Grant was fuming with embarrassment, Seth Quinn, completely oblivious to the danger, pressed on with a cheeky grin. "So? Does that mean you’ll forgive me then?"

"Forgive you, my foot!" Clara Grant shot to her feet and pretended to walk away, but Seth Quinn suddenly yanked her back. At the same instant, he let out a suppressed cry of pain. "Ah!"

Clara Grant hadn’t expected him to use so much force to grab her. Hearing his cry of pain, her heart seized. She spun around in a panic and leaned over to check the wound on his back.

As she examined him, she chided, her voice laced with panic, "What were you thinking? Don’t you know you’re hurt? Why did you pull so hard? Didn’t I just tell you not to move and to just call for me if you need something?"

Seth Quinn looked rather put-upon by her scolding. He grimaced against the pain in his back and said in a low voice, "What if I called out and you ignored me? I couldn’t rest easy until I had a hold of you! Besides, when you’re in front of me, you’re all I can see and think about. How am I supposed to remember that I’m injured?"

Clara Grant: "..."

’This man... he’s getting frighteningly good at laying on the sweet talk.’

’Still, as long as he didn’t steer the conversation into the gutter at the drop of a hat, she had to admit she was actually quite happy to hear such syrupy-sweet words.’

Clara Grant checked his wound. Seeing no fresh blood, she finally let out a sigh of relief. Then she crouched by the bedside, looked him seriously in the eyes, and said sternly, "As long as you stop moving around recklessly and focus on letting that wound heal properly, *then* I’ll consider forgiving you!"