LOGINWhen Quentin looked up again, he waved his phone at Joshua with an exaggeratedly helpless grin."Mr. Kessler, what can I say? My wife is incredibly clingy. She can't go five minutes without me. She's like a kid sometimes."Joshua looked curious. "Wife? When did you get married, Mr. Henderson?""Not officially yet," Quentin said. "But soon."Then he deliberately turned toward Christian and said, "Actually, Mr. Lane knows my wife quite well."Joshua's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really? What a small world."Quentin's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Not that small. I had to fight to get her back."Christian's gaze turned glacial. He stared at Quentin with a cold fury that could have cut through steel.A long silence stretched between them before Quentin suddenly broke into a laugh, his tone equal parts provocation and contempt. "Isn't that right, Mr. Lane? I had to take her back."Christian's jaw locked shut. He didn't say a single word.Quentin grew bored with the silence. He bru
Quentin's words were a trap, and Christian knew it, but he couldn't stop himself from firing back. "You're looking pretty good yourself, Mr. Henderson. It sounds like you've got some good news of your own coming up."Just like that, the dinner turned into a battleground between the two of them.Quentin didn't miss a beat. "Naturally. After all, I'm about to marry the woman I've always wanted. That tends to put a spring in a man's step. And really, isn't that what they'd call winning the war?"Christian was still on his feet, and his expression was cooling by the second. "Is that so?"Quentin nodded with exaggerated sincerity. "Absolutely. Unless you're telling me that marrying Ms. York doesn't feel like a victory to you, too?"Something in Christian snapped. He snatched the glass out of Quentin's hand and sat back down, his displeasure written plainly across his face.Joshua's eyes moved between the two men. He couldn't prove it, but his gut told him that this was more than casua
Nancy answered, "Of course. People like Julian and William, for example. We need to invite them."Neither name sat well with Christian, but he kept his tone indifferent as he said, "Sure. You can handle it."Nancy glanced back at him, a little thrown. "Shouldn't we be deciding this together?"The truth was, he didn't particularly want to deal with any of it.Right on cue, his phone rang. It was Lionel calling."Mr. Lane, I managed to get a meeting with Mr. Kessler, the one you asked me to reach out to. He just flew back in from overseas today, and he's agreed to dinner. Would you like to go tonight?"Christian didn't hesitate to say, "Yes. Set it up."In that moment, he realized that he was almost relieved to have an excuse to get away from Nancy.After he hung up, he pocketed his phone and turned to her. "Something just came up. I have a dinner meeting to get to."It's still early, so stay here at Elmwood Estate for a while and have a look around. If there's anything you need
Christian held the envelope in his grip, turning it over once before finally tearing it open. The paper inside had yellowed with age, clearly a few years old, but the handwriting was neat and delicate, every letter carefully formed.He didn't read it closely, but even from a quick skim, he could sense how young, earnest, and completely unguarded Talia had been when she wrote those words.She must have loved him so desperately back then.There wasn't just one envelope. There were five or six, and he picked up each one, glanced at it, then clenched them all together in his fist.Staring down at those aging pages, something in him hardened, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to tear them to shreds.His hand moved to do it, but just before his fingers closed down, something held him back.He placed the envelopes back into the box, exactly as they'd been. He had barely closed the lid when the sharp click of heels echoed from the hallway.Christian glanced toward the door. N
As far as Talia was concerned, Quentin had more money than he knew what to do with. When she didn't reply, he went ahead and video-called her instead.She answered the call to find him still in bed, wearing a gray silk pajama set with his hair falling carelessly across his forehead. He hadn't made any effort to clean up, yet he was unfairly handsome.The sight of him caught her off guard. A flush crept up her cheeks before she could stop it, and she glanced away, suddenly too flustered to hold eye contact.Quentin didn't seem to notice. "Please, honey. Come car shopping with me. We'll pick one you like."Talia frowned. "Why do you need a new car all of a sudden?"He lied without missing a beat. "I got into an accident. The car's totaled."Her eyes went wide as she asked, "You were in an accident? Last night? Why didn't you tell me?"The genuine worry on her face sent a small sting of guilt through him, causing him to come clean a second later. "Okay, that's not what happened. Mo
The silence between Monica and Quentin stretched, taut and suffocating.But Monica refused to give in. She swallowed her fear and met Quentin's gaze head-on. Even though the look in his eyes was fierce enough to devour her whole, she didn't back down an inch."I'm not getting out," she told him stubbornly. "This seat should've been mine in the first place."Quentin watched her plant herself in the passenger seat, and he shrugged like it meant nothing to him. "Suit yourself. I'll just buy a new one."He pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. Only when Monica realized he was actually leaving did she scramble after him. "Quentin, wait!"He didn't so much as glance back. He walked away without a second of hesitation, as if he hadn't heard her at all.Monica wanted to chase him, but Quentin had already flagged down a cab. When it pulled over, he climbed in, and the car started to roll away right in front of her.Then the rear window slid down. Quentin leaned into view, his
At Hell's Bar, the lights were dim and sultry.In one of the VIP booths on the second floor, three people were seated.Seamus had been the last to arrive. When he took his seat, there were already two bottles of red wine on the table.Quentin, who was sitting in the corner, had already downed ove
Emma finished preparing breakfast and arrived at the hospital around 9:20 am.Since it was a weekday, traffic was bad. She spent the whole ride worrying that Yvonne might be hungry with nothing to eat.Christian had called her that morning, asking her to take her time to deliver breakfast. Emma ha
Emma was just a helper, so she didn't dare go against Christian's instructions.After leaving the hospital, Christian returned to the company and worked through the rest of the afternoon.Emma never called.By the time he wrapped up, it was already around 7:00 pm.When Christian drove back to th
Quentin and Nancy were so close that they could almost touch each other.Her heart pounded wildly, and her cheeks flushed bright red.Seeing her like that, Quentin tilted his head to look at her and bluntly asked, "So, are you really a virgin?"There was a playful glint in his eyes, yet beneath i







