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.

waiting for his response, she perched on the edge of Quentin's bed. She patted the mattress beside her and called, putting on a playful,

strange to Quentin, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Still, seeing Kali's hopeful expression, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He crossed the room and sat

next instant, she reached out and tried to undo the sash of

touched the fabric,

stopping her, then

shake the sense that Kali had changed lately-she wasn't the girl he remembered. Watching her, he asked,

pale. "What do you mean, Quentin? Did

she come on too strong and

reassure her. "No... it's not

just occurred to him, he added, "Kali, listen, even if the Glenwood family is bankrupt, I'll always protect

You

tiptoe around me or try so

all Kali's strange behavior to her losing

course she felt

much, Kali had no choice but to play along. She pouted, voice trembling with grievance, "I'm sorry, Quentin. I'm just

eyes softened with pity. He stepped closer and gently patted her head. "Don't worry.