All Chapters of When She Turns Her Back: Chapter 981 - Chapter 990

Even through a screen, Quentin was as he always was—easy confidence and shameless charm. He always did this. A line or two, and she had nowhere to hide.Talia's face went hot. She pulled back until she was out of frame, pretending to be annoyed. "Quentin, you... You're shameless."Quentin burst out laughing. "Sweetie, you're adorable. You've known me long enough by now. When have I ever had any shame?"Her face burned even hotter, and she stayed hidden behind the screen. "It's late. Go finish your work so you can get home sooner."Quentin sat back in his chair and looked at the screen, where only half of Talia's body was visible. A gentle smile crossed his face. "Talia, I don't want to keep you up. I'll put my phone on mute, but you can check in on me whenever you want."Still tucked behind the camera, she let out a quiet "Mm."His end of his line went silent. Talia waited until the heat in her cheeks finally faded, then cautiously leaned her face back into frame.On screen, Que

When the car stopped outside the Lane residence, Nancy hesitated. She sat frozen in her seat, not quite ready to step out.Yvonne stood on the curb and tilted her face up toward her. "Nancy, you're so pretty and nice. Great-grandpa is going to love you. Stop worrying."And even if they don't like you, as long as Daddy and I do, that's all that matters, right? It's not like you're marrying any of them."That finally drew a laugh out of Nancy. She looked down at Yvonne and said, "You're like a little ball of sunshine, you know that? I feel better already."Then she turned to Christian. He was watching her, waiting. When he saw the fear had eased from her face, he held out his hand. "Come on. I won't let anyone make this hard for you."That was all she needed to hear.Without overthinking it, Nancy placed her hand in his. He helped her out of the car, and the three of them walked through the front gates of the Lane residence together, laughing and talking like a real family.Christ

After sending the message, Christian waited for a while, but no reply came. He didn't dwell on it and set his phone aside.On his way out of the study, he took off his jacket. The smell of cigarette smoke clung to it, and he didn't want it to bother Nancy.When he pushed open the bedroom door, Nancy had already washed up and was lying in bed, ready to sleep.Christian sat down on the edge of the bed and asked her softly, "Did you drink the milk Emma brought up?"Nancy nodded. "Mm, I already had it."He reached over and brushed a few stray hairs from her face. "Get some rest then."Nancy gazed up at him, her eyes lingering. "What about you? Aren't you going to sleep?"Christian smiled gently. "I still have some things to take care of. Give me a couple of days, and I'll make it up to you."He stood to leave. But Nancy caught his hand and held on tight. "Chris, will you stay with me tonight?"He understood what she was really asking. He hesitated for a moment, then gave in. Chris

Christian's words sent a wave of cold through Talia.But even so, she wasn't going to fight him on it. She didn't see the point in doing that at this stage. As long as Christian was willing to divorce her, nothing else mattered.When Talia didn't respond for a long time, looking lost in thought, Christian let out a short laugh. "What? Think the terms are unfair?"Talia snapped back to the present and held out her hand. "Give me a pen."Christian went still, simply staring at her in disbelief. For once, he was the one who couldn't process what was happening.Talia's reaction should not have been this calm. After all, she wanted the divorce so she could walk away with a bigger share of the money. That was what he'd assumed all along.And from Talia's perspective, the reason he'd refused to agree in court was obvious. He wanted to avoid paying her anything. He'd banked on the fact that she needed this divorce badly enough to cave, and he'd used that leverage to corner her into signi

It was 7:00 pm at the Stewart residence.After dinner, Talia sat by the front entrance of the main hall with a plate of fruit the housekeeper had cut for her. She hadn't touched a single piece. She simply held the plate in her lap, staring blankly at the doorway as she waited for someone to walk through it.She was also waiting for a phone call. But the minutes dragged on, and no one appeared. The phone stayed silent.The sky grew darker and darker, and eventually Talia gave up. She carried the stool back inside, wrapped the uneaten fruit in plastic, and put it in the fridge.She went upstairs and took a shower. When she came out, she checked her phone. There were still no missed calls from Quentin.That sinking feeling of hope quietly dying on the vine was something Talia knew far too well, and she hated every second of it.She climbed into bed without even bothering to scroll through her phone. She pulled the covers straight over her head.But lying there in the dark, her mind