I Married the President

Claire: That good subordinate of yours, the one named Morgan, got my best friend pregnant!

Adrian Quincy: …

Claire: So what are you going to do about it?

Adrian Quincy: This is a complicated situation. I’ll speak with her in person when I get back tonight.

Claire: Okay.

Claire Sinclair put her phone down and led her friend into the kitchen, ready to cook her something delicious.

The two friends hadn’t seen each other in so long, so they spent the whole afternoon chatting after they ate.

When night finally fell, Adrian Quincy hurried home, looking weary from his travels. Claire Sinclair immediately went to greet him. “Adrian, you’re back.”

He responded with his customary kiss on her brow.

But The Great Demon King Quincy didn’t say a word to her. Instead, he called Faye Dean into the study.

Claire Sinclair pressed her ear against the door, trying to eavesdrop, but the soundproofing was too good. She couldn’t hear a thing.

‘Honestly, why won’t he let me in on it…’

Inside the study.

Faye Dean spoke first. “Don’t worry, I’ll only stay for one night. I’ll get a hotel room tomorrow. I absolutely won’t be a third wheel!”

Adrian Quincy’s gaze drifted to her slightly showing belly. In a low voice, he asked, “Is it Frank Morgan’s?”

“Yes.” Faye Dean nodded.

Adrian Quincy’s brow furrowed. “He can’t get out right now. You have two choices. First, you can go in and stay with him for three years. You won’t be allowed to leave during that time, but you can live a normal life together, even get married. Second, you can wait for him out here for three years. Only after three years will he be able to get out and be with you.”

Faye Dean pouted. “Three years? Why does it have to be so long? Can’t you bend the rules a little for him?”

Adrian Quincy’s tone was resolute. “I’m sorry, but those are the rules. It’s also a form of protection for Frank Morgan.”

Faye Dean bit her lip. “I understand why you’re doing this. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

Adrian Quincy added a warning, “Many international organizations are looking for Frank Morgan right now. It would be best if you didn’t reveal your relationship with him to anyone. Otherwise, you’ll be in danger too.”

Faye Dean paused for a moment, then nodded. “I understand. Thank you for the warning.”

‘She couldn’t help but feel a little resentful. She’d thought she would get to see him as soon as she came back, but instead, there were all these problems to deal with.’

Faye Dean walked out with her head hung low. Claire immediately asked, “How did it go? What did Mr. Quincy say?”

“Not great. It’s either go inside and stay with him for three years, or wait out here for him for three years. My head is killing me.” Faye looked exhausted.

Claire’s heart ached for her. “You must be exhausted after such a long flight. Go get some sleep. You can think about everything else after you’ve rested.”

Faye Dean nodded. She was too tired to dwell on things she couldn’t figure out, so she just followed Claire into the guest room.

After getting Faye settled in, Claire closed the door and came back out. She hesitated for a moment before turning and walking into the study.

“Mr. Quincy, about Frank Morgan… are those really the only two choices?”

Adrian Quincy nodded. “Those are the disciplinary rules. No one can break them.”

Claire pouted and walked over to him, hugging his arm and putting on her most endearing, pouty act. “Adrian, please just make an exception. This is too cruel to Faye. She’s either locked up for three years or suffering out here waiting for three years. What happens when the baby is born?”

Adrian Quincy patted the back of her hand and said in a low, firm voice, “Claire, the most I can do is arrange a place for your friend to live. Everything else is non-negotiable. Understood?”

Claire shook his hand off and stormed out, feigning anger.

Seeing that she was angry, Adrian Quincy quickly went after her, grabbing her by the arm. “Claire.”