All Chapters of When She Turns Her Back: Chapter 1131 - Chapter 1140

It took a while, but Talia eventually steadied herself. She straightened up, looked at Quentin, and said, "Let's go home."He took her hand and answered gently, "Alright. I'll take you back."He drove her to the Stewart residence and pulled up outside the gate.The moment the car stopped, Talia spotted a familiar Rolls-Royce parked along the curb. It was Christian's.She thought she was seeing things, but then she noticed the man standing beside it, and her breath caught in her throat. It really was him.Quentin saw Christian too, but there wasn't an ounce of concern on his face. He got out, walked around to Talia's side, and opened the door for her.She looked at his outstretched hand and hesitated for a long moment before she took it.Christian had been watching from the moment Quentin's car pulled up. He'd seen all of it—Quentin getting out, opening the door, taking Talia's hand and helping her step down.Every gesture stung. Before he knew what he was doing, his feet were a

Christian's mind had gone blank, but his hand still reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone on reflex. He didn't even register who was calling before it stopped ringing.But Quentin had caught a glimpse of the name on the screen. It was Nancy, saved in Christian's contacts under a pet name.Quentin lowered his voice. He sounded as though he were advising as he said, "Mr. Lane, man to man, I think you should probably call her back. Your wedding's tomorrow. You wouldn't want to keep the bride waiting too long."Without bothering to see how his comment had landed, Quentin tightened his grip on Talia's hand and walked her through the gate and into the courtyard.Christian watched them leave, the pain hitting him immediately—sharp and deep. He stood there for a long time, unable to move, his head flooding with memories of how Talia used to love him.She'd done everything the Lanes ever asked without complaint. On his father's birthday, she'd get up before dawn and work st

Quentin wasn't the only one caught off guard. Talia was just as stunned.Her brother was usually so rigid about everything. What had gotten into him that night, suddenly agreeing to let Quentin stay over?But regardless of the reason, Garrett had given his permission, and that was that.Once Garrett and Paige headed upstairs, the living room fell quiet, leaving just the two of them. They stared at each other for a long, uncertain moment before their faces broke into matching grins.Since he'd been given the green light, Quentin had no reason to leave. The only question was where he'd be sleeping—the guest room or Talia's bedroom.He actually gave it some serious thought. But in the end, he shamelessly followed her straight into her room.Talia spun around when she realized that he was right behind her. "Are you... not sleeping in the guest room?"Quentin furrowed his brows with exaggerated seriousness. "I want to stay in the same room as you."She couldn't argue with that face

Talia blinked in surprise. "What?"Garrett just looked at her. "What? You want Quentin to freeze out here?""But he..." she started, not even sure if she was about to refuse or agree.Before she could figure it out, the bathroom door swung open, and Quentin strolled out and toweled off his hair like he hadn't been eavesdropping at all. "Thanks, Garrett. I'll stick with Talia tonight."Garrett gave a curt nod and held up the pajamas. "Here. Make do with these. You two get some rest. Paige and I are turning in too.""Will do. Goodnight."Garrett left without saying another word.Quentin waited until the footsteps faded before crossing the room to Talia. He wrapped his arms around her gently and murmured, "Your brother already gave us his blessing. Are you really still going to turn me away?"Talia knew that with Garrett's approval, there was no excuse left to hide behind.She lifted her face to look at him, her expression deadly serious. "We can share the bed. But absolutely not

Nancy plastered a thin smile across her face. "What about you? You're back so late. Aren't you tired?"Christian smiled at her, though something heavier lurked underneath. "Yeah. I'm exhausted."He turned and headed for Jubilee Manor without looking back. Nancy trailed after him, but before he reached the front door, he stopped.He didn't turn around as he said, "It's bad luck for the bride and groom to spend the night before the wedding together. Go home and get some rest. I'm turning in."Nancy stood frozen in place and didn't follow him any further. When she said nothing, Christian walked through the door without giving her another glance.She watched his silhouette disappear before her numb legs finally carried her back to the villa next door, one slow step at a time.In the living room, Jennifer was still up, hunched over a delicate white bridal veil she was sewing by hand. It was a tradition from their family's hometown in Terrawich.When a daughter got married, her mother