"Okay! I won’t move around!" Seth Quinn immediately declared. If he hadn’t caught himself in time, he almost would have raised his hand to swear an oath.

Seeing how eagerly he agreed, Clara Grant couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. She gave him a sidelong glance and asked with concern, "How is it? Does your wound still hurt?"

’I thought he would immediately put on a brave face and say it didn’t hurt. After all, in those idol dramas, don’t the male leads always pretend they’re not in pain so the heroine won’t worry?’

But contrary to her expectations, the moment she asked, Seth Quinn pouted and plaintively uttered a single word, "Hurts!"

"..."

’So he really was only fit to be the creator of idol drama heroes, not become one himself!’

Clara Grant was just wondering how she could ease his pain when she heard him speak again, this time cautiously. "Clara, if you... kiss me, I think the pain might go away."

Clara Grant was speechless. She opened her mouth to refuse, but when she saw his expectant expression—like a child begging for candy—the words caught in her throat.

She hesitated, holding up a single finger. "Just one kiss."

At that moment, as if determined to follow her "don’t move around and get some rest" order to the letter, Seth Quinn didn’t even nod. He simply blinked at her a few times.

Clara Grant was at a loss for words. ’Is Seth Quinn... trying to act cute right now?’

’I really wish I’d recorded that. If I showed it to the employees at Aegis, I doubt anyone would believe this was their notoriously arrogant and aloof CEO, would they?’

’Then again, a handsome man looks good no matter what he does.’

’Those big eyes, those long lashes... the way they fluttered was the textbook definition of a pretty boy’s charm!’

Unable to resist his good looks, Clara Grant’s heart suddenly began to POUND. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

She shyly planted a quick kiss on his lips and immediately tried to pull back, but before she could, he parted his lips and gently bit down on hers, preventing her from escaping.

It was Clara’s turn to let out a soft cry, but before she could protest, something seemed to explode inside her head, blasting away all her thoughts and leaving nothing but a white-hot blank.

The man’s kiss deepened...

Finally, Seth Quinn reluctantly released her lips, ending the long kiss.

He rested his forehead against hers. They were both breathless.

Seth Quinn looked up to see Clara Grant slowly opening her eyes. Still flushed from the kiss, her eyes were misty, giving her a dazed and alluring look.

Her light, sweet breath puffed against his lips and nose, and for Seth, who had yet to compose himself, the scent was enough to make desire stir within him all over again.

Not daring to stay so close, he pulled his forehead away from hers. Clara, who still hadn’t seemed to recover from the kiss, was staring at him unconsciously with wide, hazy eyes.

Seth Quinn gave a wry smile and covered her eyes with his hand.

"Clara, don’t look at me like that. You’re making me hungry."

His touch and his words finally pulled Clara’s senses back to reality. She pulled his hand away from her face and looked at him. "You’re hungry? I’ll go get you something to eat. What would you like?"

But Seth Quinn just stared at her slightly swollen, red lips, not saying a word.