Chapter 372

Claire's phone screen still showed the photo Grace Hughes had just dropped in the group chat. In the picture, the girl was petite, but her presence was anything but small. She had a tight grip on the guy's collar and yanked him down toward her like she meant business. The man was tall and clearly caught off guard, with disbelief still lingering in those eyes behind his glasses. But his long arms instinctively wrapped around the girl's waist—like his body reacted before his brain did, probably afraid she might fall. The lighting blurred the details a bit, so it wasn't entirely clear what exactly they were doing in the shot, but come on—everyone in the chat was an adult. And with Henry not in the group now, Claire was the youngest one here. The older siblings and relatives took one look and knew exactly what was up. She was kissing him. Or rather, forcing one on him. That took guts. After the photo dropped, the family group chat went silent. Not a single reply. But over in the siblings-o