Chapter 1367

If Lydia didn't recognize him, Quincy would leave her to rest. He knew she was drunk, and he didn't want to take advantage of the situation.

"Quincy, I could never forget your face. Do you really think I wouldn't know it's you?" Lydia looked at him, her voice slightly slurred.

Though her vision was hazy under the dim light, her emotions were clear. She was letting herself believe this was a dream, one where she could finally release all the feelings she had kept bottled up for so long. She repeated Quincy's name, over and over. Hearing her say his name was intoxicating to Quincy, more so than any alcohol. He leaned down, kissed her deeply, and they lost themselves in the moment, wrapped in each other's arms.

Hours passed, and by the time they were done, Lydia was completely spent, too exhausted to even get up and shower. She drifted off to sleep almost immediately. For the first time in a long while, they both slept soundly.

As the sunlight filtered through the curtains the next morning, Quincy awoke. He glanced at Lydia sleeping peacefully beside him, feeling a happiness he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever.

the blanket around her,

He imagined them sitting down to eat, talking things through calmly, and then perhaps even

had been searching for Lydia all night, with no luck. Just as he was about to call the

he rushed inside. Using the excuse that he had lost something valuable, he convinced the

suspicions

room. As he walked in and saw Lydia asleep on the bed, rage filled him. His suspicions

could this

the manipulation, all the surveillance he had set up

on her neck made it painfully clear how intense

of frustration and desperation, Eugene started to unbutton his shirt. He wanted Lydia for

as he was about to make his move, Lydia shifted in

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