The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 695

Kali's words left Quentin completely stunned.

He'd always found himself quietly competing with Hastings for Kali's attention, wishing desperately for even a little more of her affection. This was supposed to be everything he had ever wanted, and yet now, he couldn't bring himself to smile.

Kali didn't seem to notice his unease. She squeezed his hand a bit tighter, her voice soft and tentative. "Quentin, let's be together."

Right now, she had nothing left-Quentin was the only person she could hold onto.

When he remained silent, Kali took it as his consent.

She slid her arms around him from behind, her hands wandering restlessly down his chest.

Quentin's eyes flew wide as he sat rigidly, his back to her.

In his memory, Kali had always been gentle, obedient-a girl who needed to be protected. But the person behind him now felt shameless, brazen, nothing like the delicate soul he thought he knew.

So which was the real Kali? Was she the vulnerable girl he'd always wanted to rescue, or was this bold, reckless woman her true self?

liked people who were shameless or pushy, and now, to

firmly moved it away from his chest, then pulled his robe tighter around himself and stood up as

if I

so blunt, Kali's face went utterly pale. "Quentin,

and Quentin's heart softened. "Kali, I... I just can't be with

We grew up together, and as long as I'm around, I won't let

line, her eyes dimming. She lowered

up at him again. "Is it

years,

one: Citrine. Again and again, their messy, entanglements resurfaced. Every time Quentin mentioned her, he'd either curse her out or get so angry he couldn't speak straight. No matter how much he insisted

could this possibly have anything to

and she couldn't stop herself

you

snapping back immediately. "Of course not! How could

wasn't convinced.

hate her, that you want nothing to

under your skin. You're not the same