The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 696

Kali's face was dark with frustration. She realized she'd let her desperation get the better of her, but regret was useless now.

Pressing her lips together, she finally turned and left Quentin's bedroom.

Downstairs, Jeanette was getting herself a glass of water. She looked up just in time to see Kali storming out of Quentin's room, her expression thunderous.

At this hour, rushing out of his room in such a state-what else could that mean?

Clearly, Kali had been a little too eager, but judging by her face, she hadn't succeeded.

A new idea began to take root in Jeanette's mind.

If Kali could try her luck, why couldn't she?

Theo had lost the Glenwood family's support, and lately, he'd grown colder by the day. She couldn't rely on him anymore. It was time to consider other options.

She glanced down at her lacy nightgown, barely more than a whisper of fabric, and a plan formed instantly.

few minutes later, Jeanette carried a glass of milk upstairs

master suite, Quentin heard the knock and felt irritation prickle

Not again.

he opened

split second, he was surprised-it wasn't

raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Iverson, it's

glass of milk. "Quentin, you've been so kind to me these past few days.

imaginary tears, her face the picture

whole scene a bit odd but

you," he said, his lips curving in a

no move to leave, Quentin's brow

explain, "Quentin, how's your back? Has it

on, "It must be tough to put ointment on your back

the room and perched herself on the edge of his bed, uncapping

tonight? Quentin wondered, eyeing Jeanette sitting on his

necessary. I've already taken care of it," he said, his tone

her nightgown shimmered against her pale skin, the hemoiding high on her