A Night of Desire-Chapter 121: What’s It to Her Who Likes Him?

Clara Grant looked over in confusion. Seth Quinn was frowning slightly, appearing a little displeased. "My hand is injured. You have to feed me."

Clara Grant’s face instantly flushed beet-red at his directness. ’He’s doing this on purpose, isn’t he? Weren’t we supposed to keep our relationship a secret?’

By so blatantly asking her to do something like feeding him, an act reserved for couples, wasn’t he just telling Faye Jennings that their relationship wasn’t so simple?

She was just about to tell him irritably to eat it himself, but before she could speak, she saw Faye Jennings staring anxiously at Seth Quinn’s hands, her voice filled with unconcealed urgency.

"President Quinn, you’re injured? Which hand? Let me see. Is it serious?"

As she spoke, she made to stand up and look at his injury.

But she stopped short. With Clara Grant here, Seth Quinn would definitely reject her concern and good intentions.

And so, she sat back down, her gaze fixed across the table on the red, swollen patch on the back of his right hand. Her voice was still filled with urgency and worry as she said:

"President Quinn, have you been to the hospital to have that looked at? Even minor injuries can be dangerous if they aren’t treated promptly. Besides, from the looks of it, your injury seems quite serious."

For some reason, watching Faye Jennings’s frantic display of concern, Clara Grant felt another prickle of discomfort.

’Faye Jennings likes Seth Quinn, doesn’t she?’

’Of course she does. Seth Quinn has a handsome face, and he’s the prestigious President of Aegis. What woman wouldn’t fall for a man like that?’

’So, it was perfectly understandable that Faye Jennings liked him.’

Clara Grant unconsciously lowered her head, her knife and fork just stirring her food around on the plate. She couldn’t seem to spear a single piece of steak.

She heard Seth Quinn’s low voice. "It’s fine. I just bumped it by accident. It’s just a surface wound, no need for the hospital."

’What a clear explanation,’ Clara thought sardonically. ’When *I* asked earlier, he brushed it off with a single phrase.’

The sour feeling in Clara’s heart hadn’t even settled when she heard Seth Quinn speak again. "What are you stirring? Aren’t you going to feed me?"

"Oh," Clara Grant answered, her voice listless. She finally speared a small piece of steak and brought it to his mouth.

Faye Jennings watched them, opening her mouth as if to speak, but in the end, she said nothing and simply lowered her head to eat her own food.

After mechanically feeding him a few pieces of steak, Clara Grant put down her utensils and stood up. "I’m going to the restroom."

Without giving Seth Quinn so much as a glance, she offered Faye Jennings an apologetic smile and turned to leave.

In the restroom, Clara Grant splashed cold water on her face, and only then did she feel her emotions begin to settle.

She looked up at her reflection in the mirror and felt she had been rather ridiculous a moment ago.

She didn’t even like Seth Quinn. Although she had become his wife, their marriage wasn’t built on love.

What business was it of hers who liked him?

So why, then, did her heart sink when she saw Faye Jennings showing such obvious concern for him?

’Yes, that must be it. It’s just possessiveness. At the end of the day, she was officially his wife. Even if she didn’t love him, she couldn’t be expected to feel nothing when another woman was clearly interested in her husband, could she?’

’Yes, that had to be it.’

As she thought this, Clara Grant even nodded emphatically, as if to confirm that her own reasoning was correct.

Her mood settled, Clara Grant left the restroom. As she was about to return to their table, she casually glanced up and stopped dead in her tracks.