His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

MORRISONI stood there, arms folded across my chest, and brows pulled together, creating vertical lines between them. Quinn didn’t look at me; that alone triggered adrenaline to pulse through my veins, turning my vision red at all the edges.She moved to the other side of the window, avoiding my gaze. I had seen fear before, and I knew how it looked and smelled.But her reaction didn’t depict fear; it was her shutting me out. And I didn’t like it a bit.Denial would have been cleaner than challenging, but she chose the latter.My jaw clenched so tightly, my tooth ached. “Stay here,” I said.She didn’t respond or turn until the door opened, and I left.I checked my wrist watch, 5:02 AM, and the hallway was too quiet. Hotels like this never slept. There was always movement—staff, security, noise.But now, something felt so off, no distant noise or movement but for soft moans emanating from one of the close-by rooms. I looked around and realized that the security guards who are usual

QUINNMorrison hung up on the call and gave me a look.That same look he gave when he thought he had me already figured out, or I was a tool to control. But he was always wrong.Things were revolving around me; I was in the center. Every talk, action, and call was about Quinn Ledger.Whatever the person had said to him on the phone, I knew it was about me.It was at that juncture that I decided I was tired of hiding under his auspices. I had lived my life for more than two decades, manoeuvring without their help.I had spent years moving carefully, not because I was weak, but because I knew what happened when I was. And now, they were dragging me back into it.Morrison wasn’t just helping anymore. He was positioning me. Deciding where I stood, who I faced, and what I said.For a man who just reappeared in my life days ago, it was too much that I allowed him to do that to me.The air in the lobby had changed; it was now sharp like something invisible had drawn a line.Jasper Finn stood

QUINN“Make this easier for us—”The words didn’t even settle before the car surged forward, faster and harder.This was it, no more running. They had me! Tears glistened in my eyes.At that instance, I was not thinking straight. The only thing that mattered was saving myself from the man driving me.For a moment, I regretted not listening to Morrison; his words reechoed in my ear. He warned me, but I never listened.“Please…”I murmured under my breath. I am not sure the driver heard it.Instinctively, I pushed myself into the seat and tightened my fists around the door handle. Waiting for the next traffic where the car will slow a little, and I jump out.But looking back, the two vehicles were still trailing. Meaning I could never get out of this alive, even if I made it out of the car.My pulse spiked, sharp and immediate. I thought of texting Morrison.My fingers barely steadied as I reached out for my phone. One message could be enough to leave a trace behind.“Don’t.”The word c

QUINNAfter the long call with Joe ended, I stood in the room. The screen of the phone had gone dark, but my mind didn’t.When it felt like I was close to revealing the truth, it got more complicated.If Seraphina had not conceived at all? How about the baby bump? The test strip? The symptoms?I exhaled slowly as my gaze swept across the room again. I paused, walked to the table, setting my phone down for a second before picking it up again.This time, I didn’t hesitate. I was going to hit the nail on the head, albeit in a careful way. But if she had nothing to hide, she would divulge.I would hear it in her pauses, tone, and what she avoided.A slow breath filled my lungs as I dialled her number. She didn’t pick until the third ring.“Quinn?” she spoke first.“Yeah, it’s me,” I responded.“You are alive?”Alive? The words showed surprise, not relief. I swallowed.“Am I not supposed to be?”“Oh. Never mind.”She paused. For a second, I wondered, did she spite me that much to wish me d

QUINNI laughed.Not out of humour but clarity. Because the goalpost had shifted, and it was a different ball game now.Everything had finally aligned.Seraphina had done enough, and it was now clear. She wasn’t just involved but deeply inside it.The next step wasn’t survival anymore. It was exposure and unravelling. Piece by piece, I would pull everything into light. Find out who she was working for. Because I knew she couldn’t be working alone.“Hi Joe, is she gone now?”“Yes. She is. But something is amiss…” Joe spoke from the other end.“What do you think it is?” I asked, a smile curving on my lips because I knew exactly what he had to say.He was catching up. But I was already there.“She literally wasn’t questioning but confirming the events that transpired,” Joe said, “Something tells me she knows more.”“She knows,” I whispered. “She is hugely involved. Leave that place ASAP.”“Okay! Call you later.”The line went dead.I connected all the dots; she deeply believed Joe was ju