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.

they were kids. But now her touch

Kali's expression shifted. Suddenly,

it? I heard it was Citrine who got you in trouble with your uncle that

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 slap himself

again, I swear I won't let

anger flashing in

even though Quentin was speaking ill of Citrine, Kali still felt a

hesitated, then looked at Quentin. "Quentin, you seem awfully

me more times than can count, and now she's gone after your brother

neck."

her

his words, Kali could see the spark in Quentin's eyes whenever he

lost in thought,

asking, “Quentin, if

choose between me and

would

question.