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.

since they were kids. But now her touch made him strangely uneasy. More than

shirt, Kali's expression shifted. Suddenly,

was Citrine who got you in trouble with your

instantly set Quentin off. He let out a cold snort and grumbled, "That brat didn't just get me punished by my dad-she

I swear I

anger flashing in

speaking ill of Citrine, Kali still felt a

at Quentin. "Quentin,

has embarrassed me more times than can

neck."

her

the spark in Quentin's

silent, lost in thought,

if you

choose between me and

would you

a question. Of course I'd