Realizing she'd been staring at him, completely lost in thought, Clara Grant hurried to his side to hide her embarrassment. She snatched the music box and couldn't resist a playful retort, "What are you looking at me for?"
"Weren't you the one looking at me?" Seth Quinn had seen her dazed expression and naturally caught the fleeting look of awe in her eyes. 'Looks like I can use my good looks to my advantage with her now and then.'
"Who was looking at you?" Clara Grant said, a little flustered. "Let's go. Which room is Cherie in?"
She glanced around and saw that this was the VIP ward. 'It really is nice to be rich,' she thought. Before, she didn't have the money for Cherie to stay in a VIP room.
It suddenly occurred to her that marrying Seth Quinn was worth it if it meant Cherie could stay in a nice ward and get the best treatment and care.
"This way." Seth Quinn smiled, straightened up, and pointed.
Clara ignored him and strode toward the room.
