A Night of Desire

Chapter 415 - 408: What Kind of Running Away From Home Is That?

At the mention of it, Seth Quinn remembered the fear and panic he’d felt yesterday when he couldn’t find her. He instinctively pulled her tightly into his arms, bending slightly to rest his chin on top of her head.

Feeling the warmth of her body, his heart finally felt at ease.

Hearing him talk about the search reminded Clara Grant of something. Nestled in his embrace, she asked in a muffled voice, "By the way, how did you find me?"

Seth Quinn chuckled, half-joking. "Our hearts are connected. Of course I knew you went to The Tuberose."

"Pfft. Then who was it just saying they were frantically searching everywhere for me? If our hearts are so connected and you knew I went to The Tuberose, why were you looking all over the place?" Even as she retorted, a happy smile touched Clara Grant’s lips.

Seth Quinn sighed, feigning annoyance. "Why’d you have to call me out?"

He chuckled again. "But I’m serious. At first, I was frantically searching for you. I even had Sarah Shelby, River, and the others help. They all went looking in different parts of Novaria."

"Later, Linden asked me if there was a place that was especially meaningful to us. I thought about it, but I couldn’t really think of one."

"Then, I thought of The Tuberose. It’s the place we’ve met up the most, and it’s also where I saved you."

At that, Seth Quinn shifted slightly and added, "Let’s designate a spot."

"What?" Clara Grant asked, not quite following.

"Let’s pick a designated spot. That way, if we ever get into a fight and you want to run off in a huff, you can just go there. I’ll be able to find you right away, so I won’t have to be so scared."

As he spoke, Seth Quinn loosened his embrace a little to look down at her, his eyes softening. "How about this? Let’s make this our spot. From now on, if you get angry and want to run away from home, you can just come here."

Clara Grant tilted her head and smiled, giving him a light tap on the chest. "How can you even call that running away from home?"

"Of course it counts. We’ll be living at the main Quinn family residence in the future. Think of this place as your little hideaway, somewhere you can come to relax and clear your head."

Gazing at her smiling face, Seth Quinn couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her forehead.

Clara Grant smiled faintly, her gaze dropping. But then she seemed to remember something, and when she looked up again, her eyes were hesitant. "But... even if you don’t care about my background, what about your parents?"

She remembered all too well that Mrs. Quinn was very particular about her background. And while Mr. Quinn hadn’t voiced an opinion, she felt he was a potential obstacle as well.

"Don’t worry about them, because..."

He didn’t get to finish before a voice came from the doorway. "Young Master, the porridge is rea—"

Clara Grant jumped at the sudden voice. She turned to see a middle-aged woman standing in the open doorway. She recognized her—it was Mrs. Cheney from the Quinn residence.

Mortified, her face flushed red as she shoved Seth Quinn away and sprang out of his embrace. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

’Why is Mrs. Cheney here? And she saw me and Seth hugging... This is so... mortifying.’

Mrs. Cheney, who had been cut off mid-sentence, also noticed the two of them embracing. She looked down, a bit uncomfortable, and paused. Only after seeing Clara pull away from Seth Quinn’s arms did she continue with a calm, slight smile, "Young Master, Young Madam, the porridge is ready. You can come down and have some now."

Seth Quinn nodded.

Mrs. Cheney gave a slight bow and promptly headed downstairs.

Seth Quinn turned to look at Clara Grant, amused by her embarrassment and the lightning speed with which she had just bolted from his arms.

And he did, in fact, laugh out loud.

Clara Grant shot him a playful glare, then glanced toward the doorway. As if afraid Mrs. Cheney might overhear, she lowered her voice and asked, "Why is Mrs. Cheney here?"