Adrian Quincy's attempts at persuasion failed, so he reached out to snatch it away.
Claire Sinclair seized the opportunity to stand up, leap over the sofa, and scamper upstairs.
"Claire Sinclair!"
The man's hysterical shout echoed from behind her. 'Let him yell,' she thought.
Claire Sinclair shut herself in her room, locking the door behind her. She then closed all the windows before finally walking over to her vanity and sitting down, relieved.
'Hehehe, my dear crayfish, I'm here to grace you with my presence!'
...
「In the opposite bedroom.」
Adrian Quincy wasn't in a hurry to snatch the food away from the girl. He walked into the bathroom nonchalantly, deciding to take a shower first.
Because of his injuries, he didn't shower for long. He didn't even use body wash, simply rinsing himself off before getting out.
Next, he found the first-aid kit and bandaged his wound himself. His movements were a bit clumsy, but he managed to get it done.
