The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 693

Things were different now. The Glenwood family had fallen from grace, and Hastings Cooper was hopelessly bewitched by that vixen Citrine Carmichael. Kali realized Quentin was the only person left she could truly rely on.

She flashed Quentin a sweet, ingratiating smile. "Quentin, I forgive you."

It was only after she spoke that Kali noticed how, more and more, she'd started

trying to please Quentin-sometimes without even realizing it.

But it hadn't always been this way. In the past, it was Quentin who'd always tried to win her over.

Kali pressed her lips together, forcing down a wave of emotion.

She mustered a big, cheerful grin. "Quentin, have you forgotten your injury?"

She held up the first aid kit she'd brought, shaking it in front of him.

"I'm here to patch you up," Kali said.

mattress beside her and called, putting on a playful, high-pitched voice, "Come here, Quentin, let me take

seeing Kali's

into a triumphant little smile. In the next instant, she reached out

just as her hands touched the

her wrists, stopping her, then

lately-she wasn't the girl he remembered. Watching her, he asked, worry in

went pale. "What do you mean, Quentin? Did I scare

on too strong and

hurried to reassure her. "No...

he added, "Kali, listen,

You

so hard

up all Kali's strange behavior to

course

along. She pouted, voice trembling with grievance,

patted her head. "Don't