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.

Jeanette carried a glass of milk upstairs and knocked

suite, Quentin heard the knock and

Not again.

opened the

he was surprised-it

raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Iverson, it's late. Did you

so kind to me these past few days. If it weren't for you taking me in, I'd

tears, her face the picture

bit odd but nevertheless took the milk from

his lips curving

move

Jeanette hurried to explain, "Quentin, how's your back? Has it healed

she pressed on, "It must be tough to put ointment on your back by yourself. Would

herself on the edge of his bed, uncapping the jar of ointment she'd

tonight? Quentin wondered, eyeing Jeanette sitting on his

care of it," he said, his tone

shimmered against her pale skin, the hemoiding high on her thighs. It was blindingly