All Chapters of When She Turns Her Back: Chapter 1231 - Chapter 1240

Talia stood where she was. Although the sight of it stung, she could tell Quentin was doing this on purpose to get a rise out of her. Besides, she'd already broken up with him, so without much hesitation, she turned and walked away.Her calm indifference only made Quentin angrier, and before he knew it, she'd flagged down a taxi and climbed in. Only then did he come to his senses. He shoved Monica aside and ran toward the cab.He shouted as he ran. "Wait!"Inside the car, Talia urged the driver. "Please just go. That guy's looking for trouble."The driver had just decided to step on the gas when Quentin threw himself at the car. He gripped the window with both hands and wedged his foot under the wheel. If the car moved even an inch, it would roll right over his foot. Seeing this, the driver had no choice but to cut the engine.Quentin clung to the window and demanded, "So you really don't care?"Talia didn't even turn to face him, and her voice was cold. "I don't."Quentin reeke

Once Quentin sat, he turned toward Lucas. "Pour me another drink."Lucas refused without thinking. "You've already had plenty. That's enough for tonight."Quentin didn't get annoyed. He calmly raised his wrist and checked his watch. It was a little past 11:00 pm. Seeing the time, he couldn't help pressing his lips into a smile. "So does that mean I can drink again once today's over?"Lucas knew exactly what he was up to the moment he spoke, so he didn't try to stop him again and simply poured Quentin another glass. As he slid it across the table, he looked up at Talia, who was still standing a short distance away. "Talia, want to try some too?"Talia hesitated, then nodded. "Sure, I'll have a little."She was already on edge, and since Lucas was being so welcoming, she didn't feel like turning him down.Once she'd decided to drink, Talia sat on the couch beside Quentin, though not right next to him. She kept as much space between them as she could.If Seamus and Lucas hadn't bee

Looking at Talia, drunk and giggling, Quentin was thrilled to finally get the answer he wanted, yet at the same time, he felt ashamed of how low he'd stooped to get it. Deep down, he believed her, but he just couldn't resist testing her.Seeing her laughing so foolishly beside him, Quentin pulled her into his arms. He stroked her head with his large hand and murmured, "Thank you. I'm sorry."The two things he'd said contradicted each other. He wanted to thank Talia for telling him all this, but at the same time, he felt sorry for using such an underhanded trick on her. Still, he was glad that things had at least worked out well. Whenever he thought about that, happiness outweighed every other feeling.He was still holding her warm body close and basking in that happiness when, a moment later, she began to sob softly. Startled, Quentin quickly eased her back and lowered his head to look at her. "What's wrong?"Talia stared into his eyes for a long while before her lips suddenly trem

When Talia opened her eyes again, she felt much more refreshed. She rolled over in bed and stretched.Little by little, however, the memories of the night before came flooding back. She'd gone to the police station after leaving the hospital, only to be turned away.Afterward, she'd run into Quentin and ended up drinking with him, and once she was drunk, she seemed to have said a lot of things she shouldn't have.The memories were hazy, but she could still recall them clearly enough to know they weren't a dream. They'd really happened. The thought of everything she'd let slip to Quentin made her want to smack herself.Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open from outside. Talia quickly looked toward the doorway, where Jane stood holding a tray of what appeared to be breakfast.Jane brightened when she realized Talia was awake. "Mrs. Lane, you're up!"Talia had just sat up and was about to lean back against the headboard when she noticed she was wearing different pajamas. Only

Quentin held out his hand, his eyes fixed intently on Talia's face. The hesitation there was plain to see, yet he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled warmly."Come with me. I know I'm in your heart and that you love me. I also know the only reason you won't come back with me is that he has some kind of hold over you. Whatever's going on, I believe that as long as we're together, we'll find a way to deal with it. Don't you think so?"How could Talia not be moved by that? Still, when she thought of Henry, she made her decision. "I can't go with you."She turned to leave, but Quentin caught her by the wrist. He looked at her with deep resentment in his eyes. "Talia, are you trying to shake me off again?"Talia tried to pull her hand free. When that didn't work, she spoke to him with weary resignation. "Quentin, there's nothing between us anymore. I already told you, you were just something to pass the time when I was bored."Quentin tightened his grip on her fingers, his tone almost