"Her situation isn't urgent." Ian Quincy took her hand, gently rubbing the back of it.
The mood gradually turned amorous.
Sensing the shift, Cecilia Adler subtly pulled her hand away. "Ian, I just remembered something. I have to go out for a bit." 'If I stay home,' she thought, 'it's only a matter of time before he reels me in.'
Ian Quincy's expression soured. 'So she won't even let me hold her hand now? Did she promise that person she wouldn't let me touch her?' "What is it?" 'If her reason isn't good enough, I'm not letting this go!'
"I promised the director I'd make a donation, but we don't have enough cash at home. I need to go withdraw the money in advance." Cecilia Adler opened a box and started looking for her passbook.
"Can't you get it tomorrow?"
