NovelEnglishChapter 697 Jeanette's voice was pinched and affected, every smile and frown mimicking the girls from those elite finishing schools.
She tossed her hair with what she clearly thought was irresistible charm.
"Quentin, can I stay here tonight?" Her gaze was fixed on him, wide-eyed and pleading.
Quentin's expression was on the verge of cracking.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA moment ago, he'd merely assumed Jeanette had too much to drink and was acting out of sorts, but now, hearing those words, his eyes chilled with sudden clarity.
He spoke, his tone edged with warning. "Ms. Iverson, I think you're forgetting- Theo is your boyfriend." Jeanette swallowed her fear, mustering her courage to reach out, palm pressed against his chest. "Quentin, you've got it all wrong. There's nothing betweenand Theo, I swear. I don't have any feelings for him." Quentin couldn't help a bitter laugh. "That so? I heard you've been living at Theo's ever since your family ran into trouble. Just the two of you, alone under one roof- you really expectto believe nothing happened?" Jeanette forced a few tears, brows knit in distress. "Quentin, you're mistaken. I only stayed at Theo's because my father is Mr. Talbot's brother-Theo was just taking pity on me, that's all. It had nothing to do with romance." She looked him dead in the eye, trying her best to sound sincere. “Quentin, the truth is... the person I've always liked is you." "From the very first tI met you, Quentin, I couldn't help myself." She really was putting on a show. Quentin let out a short, mocking laugh.
Did she think he was an idiot? Maybe another guy would've been fooled, but Quentin had dealt with more than his fair share of women over the years-he could see right through this act.
Where in the world had Theo picked her up? Cheap tricks straight out of a bar, nothing but a dime-a-dozen gold- digger's routine.
He was disgusted he'd even given her the tof day.
But Jeanette, oblivious to how much she repulsed him, only doubled down on her performance.
She steeled herself, voice husky and sultry. "Quentin, tonight... I can be yours." In one fluid motion, her silk nightgown slipped to the floor.
Jeanette stood there, completely bare.
"Quentin, don't you want me?" Her eyes burned with desperate confidence, certain of her allure.
Quentin was about to lose his temper when suddenly he caught sight of someone at the doorway. His face changed instantly; he shielded his eyes, quickly vel sidestepping Jeanette and moving to stand behind Theo.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Theo, perfect timing. You should see for yourself what this woman's really like." Jeanette spun around and locked eyes with Theo's icy stare. Her face drained of color, and she immediately dove under Quentin's covers, pulling the sheets up as high as they would go.
Quentin recoiled. "Who said you could get into my bed? Get out, you're filthy." Jeanette said nothing, just id were wept harder, as if she were the injured party. Quentin jumped to defend himself. "Theo, she's the one who cto my room and tried to seduce me. I want nothing to do with her, you have to believe me."
Theo's face didn't flicker, not even a hint of concern. His voice was flat, His voige w almost bored. "I'm not deaf, Quentin. I heard everything." Theo clearly wasn't interested in dragging this out, but Quentin couldn't let it go.
He had always despised women who threw themselves at men for status or money, and he had no intention of sugarcoating it now.
"Ms. Iverson, you used to be a lady from a respectable family. What are you now? Even the girls working the bar have more self-respect than you. Throwing yourself into a man's bed like this-how low can you go?"
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