All Chapters of When She Turns Her Back: Chapter 1061 - Chapter 1070

Quentin looked down at Talia, his eyes full of guilt and tenderness. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I should've been here sooner."Talia stared at him in surprise, unsure of how much of her conversation with Monica he'd actually heard. But the indifference in his expression told her that he'd caught at least some of it.Monica stood off to the side, practically shaking with anger at being ignored. She called out, refusing to be dismissed. "Quentin."But he didn't respond. He didn't even glance her way. As far as Quentin was concerned, Talia was the only person in the room.Talia frowned and nudged him gently. "Quentin, Monica is right—"Before she could finish speaking, he leaned down and kissed her right there, right in front of Monica.Talia didn't even have time to react before he pulled her in close, his arms tight around her. The kiss crashed over her like a storm. Deep and overwhelming, it stole every ounce of strength from her body the moment their lips met.Quentin caught her as s

Talia guessed that Christian had been drinking.His cheeks were flushed. He looked down at her, and when he spoke, his voice carried an unexpected cold edge. "What's the matter? Disappointed it's me?"Talia kept her expression flat as she said, "It's late, Christian. What do you want?"His dark eyes held hers. "I have something to ask you."Talia pushed the covers aside and moved to get out of bed. "Whatever it is, we can talk downstairs."But Christian didn't budge. "We're talking here."She didn't push it, but asked him anyway, genuinely puzzled. "Then what is it?"He just looked at her. For a long time, he didn't say a single word.Talia was on the verge of losing her patience when he finally spoke. "Do you want me to marry Nancy?"Her tone was perfectly detached as she replied, "That's your business."The indifference in her voice made his chest ache. After a long pause, he said, resentment bleeding through, "We're still married."Talia looked up at him, completely unmov

Talia reached the doorway and found Paige and Garrett already there.Paige looked confused. "Talia, what happened?"Talia was already halfway out the door, her voice tight with urgency. "Paige, Christian is in my room. Can you call Emma and have her come pick him up? I need to go after Quentin."She didn't wait for a response before heading downstairs. Her steps were slow, but her heart had already raced ahead of her. She couldn't see Quentin anywhere, but she kept going anyway.By the time she made it to the front of the Stewart residence, she saw that his car was still parked out front. Relief flickered across her face, and she hurried toward it.But in her rush, her surgical leg caught the edge of the front gate. A sharp bolt of pain shot through her entire body and she shuddered involuntarily.All her weight shifted onto her good leg. When she instinctively reached for the gate to steady herself, it was just out of reach. Her hand grasped at empty air, and she pitched forward

When Quentin lifted his head again, he straightened up slightly and cradled Talia's face in both hands before pressing his lips to hers.The kiss was gentle and lingering, but he made no move to deepen it. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers and spoke softly."I regret it so much. I never should have stepped aside for Christian. If I'd just held on a little longer, maybe you never would have been his."His voice grew rough as he spoke, and his eyes turned bloodshot.Talia could hear the unsteadiness in his breathing, close enough that it brushed against her skin. He was obviously hurting.Something clenched tight around her heart.She looked down at him, and before she could stop herself, her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck. She leaned in and pressed a small, light kiss to the corner of his mouth, then pulled back.Her cheeks flushed pink as she met his eyes. "Quentin, I'm not going to be his anymore."His heart went haywire. It felt lik

Without waiting for Talia's answer, Quentin lowered himself to her, and seconds later, they were one.That night, Talia lost count of how many times he had her. She didn't know when she finally fell asleep, or whether she'd even cleaned up afterward.When she opened her eyes again, her entire body felt like it had been wrung out. She couldn't muster an ounce of strength, and her legs ached so badly that they felt like they might fall apart.A low, lazy laugh sounded by her ear. "Morning, sleepyhead."The moment she recognized Quentin's voice, a jolt of alarm shot through her and she turned to look at him. The memories of the night before came flooding back.He was lying on his side, with his head propped up on one hand, watching her with that tilted gaze of his. His eyes were heavy-lidded with the kind of satisfied, languid contentment that only came from the night they'd just had.The heat rushed to Talia's face so fast that it burned. She couldn't bring herself to look at him,