LOGINThe kiss came so suddenly that neither Talia nor Christian had time to react.Quentin straightened up and turned to face Christian, licking his lips as if savoring the taste, his eyes full of satisfaction. "So what do you think now, Mr. Lane?"Quentin made no attempt to hide the blatant provocation in his gaze. Christian clenched his fist and stepped forward, ready to throw a punch.But Quentin stepped forward to meet him, looking Christian straight in the eye with a commanding presence. "Only weak men resort to violence. Have you already forgotten what you said to Talia? What you did to her?"Christian's hand hung in midair, never landing on Quentin.Quentin pressed forward. "Talia became like this because of your own actions, didn't she?"Christian fell silent.After a long moment, he turned to look at Talia. "Think this through carefully. If you decide to return, there's still room to salvage our relationship."Quentin moved to block Talia, using his body to shield her from
Christian sat in the back seat, handling work, the digital tablet's glow illuminating his face. His expression looked serious.When he heard Lionel's voice, he looked up, then turned to look where Lionel was pointing. Through the car window, he immediately spotted Talia and Quentin by the roadside.Quentin crouched beside the wheelchair, holding Talia's hands and warming them with his breath. Every so often, he reached up to smooth her windblown hair.Christian's grip on the device tightened.Lionel hadn't realized the severity of the situation. When Christian didn't respond, he asked again, "Is that Mrs. Lane?"Christian didn't sound angry when he replied, "Yes."But before Lionel could ask anything else, Christian added abruptly, "Though she doesn't deserve that title anymore."The words carried clear dissatisfaction and a hint of anger. Yet, Christian's expression showed little emotion.Lionel assumed Christian wasn't upset. Without thinking, he said, "I've known Mrs. Lane a
After taking the photo, Quentin immediately put away his phone, giving Talia no chance to object."Quentin, you..." Talia felt flustered and didn't know what to say.But then Quentin unwrapped the scarf from the snowman. He looped it around his own neck first to warm it, then removed it and wrapped it around Talia instead.Talia didn't refuse. She cooperated by lowering her head so that Quentin could wrap the scarf around her.Once he finished, she looked up at Quentin, who was also looking at her. His eyes were red from the cold and full of laughter.They were close enough to feel each other's breath.Talia's heart skipped a beat. She noticed snow covering his head and reached up to brush it away. "It's so cold. Why didn't you dress warmer?"In her memory, Quentin always wore coats and jackets. They were stylish, but they weren't nearly as warm as a down jacket.Quentin lowered his head so Talia could reach the snow more easily.He was usually very protective of his image and
After warming Talia's hands with his breath, Quentin tucked them firmly into his palms and remained crouched in front of the wheelchair, light spilling over him in a golden glow.Quentin looked up at Talia, his voice low. "Want to build a snowman?"Talia nodded, her eyes full of anticipation. "Yes."Quentin smiled. "Alright. I'll take you."Quentin pushed the wheelchair around until he found a flowerbed where snow had accumulated thickly. After locking the wheels, he turned to Talia. "There's plenty of snow here. Let's build it here.""Okay."Talia leaned forward slightly and reached out with her freshly warmed hands to touch the cold snow.The cold stung her hands, but warmth filled her heart.She gathered the snow together and began forming the snowman's body. Quentin stood to the side, pulling out his phone to record her."Honey, turn your face this way a bit." Quentin held up his phone, searching for different angles.Talia glanced over and saw him filming her. Her face fl
Talia placed the stool and brushed off nonexistent dust from her hands. Looking at the window she'd left open, she smiled with a touch of pride.Just then, a head suddenly appeared at her shoulder. "You're leaving the window open for me?"The voice was playfully teasing. She knew immediately that it was Quentin.But his sudden appearance at her ear still startled her. She pressed her hand against her racing heart and demanded indignantly, "You... How did you get in here?"Her face flushed bright red.Quentin steadied her, grinning. "Through the door, naturally."Talia frowned. "My brother is downstairs. How did he let you in?"Quentin leaned in slightly until their eyes were level. "Should we go downstairs and ask him together?"Talia was completely unwilling. "No. I'm not going."She used her crutch to make her way slowly back to the bed and made to lie down.Quentin quickly grabbed her wrist. "Come on. Let me take you out for a bit."The suggestion stirred something in her
In Yvonne's memory, Nancy had told her she was afraid of pain. Back then, Connor had tried to comfort her, explaining that Talia had said childbirth was very painful and involved a lot of bleeding, which was why she didn't want Nancy to have children.But now, Yvonne was suddenly asking Nancy to have a baby.Nancy found this confusing. She touched Yvonne's cheek gently. "Yvonne, why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?"Yvonne shook Nancy's arm vigorously. "Nancy, will you or won't you? If you don't, I'm telling Daddy that Uncle Connor grabbed your hand."Nancy sighed helplessly and gave in. "Alright, alright. I will."But after agreeing, Nancy quickly added, "But Yvonne, even if I do, it would have to wait until after your dad and I get married."Yvonne didn't care about the details. She only heard Nancy's agreement.She threw her arms around Nancy excitedly. "I knew it! You're the best!"Yvonne was thrilled, but Nancy's expression turned cold. For some reason, Nancy foun
Even after getting punched, Rodney couldn't do anything about it. In their world, they had to swallow their pride if they didn't have the power to back themselves up.After Rodney left, Lucas turned to look at Talia. He asked with concern, "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"Talia shook he
Seeing Talia silent for so long, Quentin grew inexplicably anxious. "Sweetie, did that con artist say something to make you upset?"Quentin had indeed told Harold to tell Talia that he was the good man he foresaw in her future. But since he wasn't there, he didn't know how Harold had said it to Tal
Quentin stood in the crowd. He was tall and handsome, so many passersby glanced at him as they walked by.At that moment, he stood in the midst of all this attention, but his gaze rested on Nancy. He looked at her, his smile faint.Quentin had eyes on him, but he was looking at Nancy. So quite a f
After waiting about half an hour, Yvonne slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Talia, she was clearly happy inside, but somehow she just couldn't bring herself to say the word "Mommy".Talia didn't get upset with her. Instead, she patiently asked, "Feeling any better?"She reached out to touch Yvon







