The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 694

With that thought, Kali spoke up again. “Quentin, let me put some ointment on your back."

"Your wound's on your back, so... just turn around and take off your shirt." She tried to keep her voice as casual as possible.

Noticing that Kali didn't seem to be in the best of moods, Quentin didn't protest this time. He simply shrugged off his bathrobe right in front of her, exposing his toned upper body.

He turned his back toward her.

Kali couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction as she looked at his lean, muscular waist. Whatever else could be said about him, the guy was in great shape.

She opened the jar of ointment and began gently smoothing it over Quentin's back with her fingers. Each touch was soft, her fingertips lingering a little too long against his skin.

Quentin grunted, unable to hide his discomfort. "Kali, are you done yet?"

She paused. “Not yet. I haven't finished covering everything."

Nearly ten minutes passed before Kali finally set the ointment aside.

For Quentin, those ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Kali-ever since they were kids. But now her

shifted.

and sweet. "Quentin, it must hurt, doesn't it? I heard it was Citrine who got you in trouble with your uncle that night. She really

mention of Citrine instantly set Quentin off. He let out a cold snort and grumbled, "That brat didn't just get me punished by my dad-she also went out of her way to humiliate your brother, made him kneel and

I ever run into her again, I swear I

his jaw, anger

some reason, even though Quentin was speaking ill

then looked at Quentin. "Quentin, you seem awfully fixated on Citrine,

can count, and now she's gone after your

neck."

her

the spark in Quentin's

silent, lost

if you

choose between me and

who would you

question. Of course I'd choose you: