NovelEnglishChapter 96 He glared at Citrine, practically grinding his teeth. "You little brat. Have you already forgotten how you got Theo andthrown in jail last time?" His reputation had been utterly trashed at that party, and Quentin had beca laughingstock among his friends for weeks afterward.
He'd lost face, lost his dignity-thanks to this infuriating girl.
"But that was ages ago, and you're both out now, aren't you?" Citrine watched him calmly, though a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
Logically, if this was about getting arrested, it would make more sense for Theo to cafter her. She knew exactly how Theo's temper worked-he never let a grudge go unpunished. If he'd wanted revenge, he would have acted immediately, not waited until now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo, Citrine was certain Quentin wasn't here just because she'd called the cops.
"You think it's that simple? You made us a joke, and now you just shrug it off?" Quentin sneered.
"So what do you want, then?" He paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Unless you apologize and post a video online clearing my name, I'm not letting this go." "In your dreams." Citrine's eyes grew cold.
Quentin figured she'd give in eventually, whether she liked it or not. For now, he changed the subject.
"I want to know-what's going on between you and Sebastian?" So that's what this was really about. Suddenly, everything clicked into place for Citrine.
Last time, Kali had been obsessed with Sebastian, the unrequited love nearly driving her mad. She'd seen Citrine with Sebastian at that diner, and must have hated her ever since.
Citrine hesitated for a second, then said, "We're not close-we've just met a few times." She wasn't afraid to cross the Glenwood family, but now wasn't the time. She wasn't about to pick a fight with them just because of Kali.
Quentin clearly wasn't buying it. "Met a few times and you're already so cozy? Do you think I'm blind?" "If anyone got burned like that-even a stranger-I'd have helped," Citrine replied bluntly.
"Quentin," she suddenly called, sliding closer to him on the couch, so near he could see the fine down on her cheeks.
For a brief moment, he was struck by how beautiful she was. Her features hadn't fully matured yet, but it was obvious she'd grow into a woman who would turn countless heads.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe way she called his name-Quentin's heart skipped a beat, an odd, unnamable feeling settling in his chest.
He didn't hate it.
But then her clear voice cut through his reverie.
"What are you, skind of creep?" Quentin's face darkened, just as she added, "I'm seventeen." "My school has a strict no-dating policy." Quentin was stunned, whatever retort he'd planned dying on his lips.
Citrine kept her gaze on him. "There's nothing betweenand Sebastian. If you kidnappedjust to ask about that, well, now you know. So can I go home?"
He realized, a bit too late, that he'd forgotten to check though she was even of age The thought made him awkward.
Still, Quentin had never been one to admit defeat. Remembering hown she'd called the cops, he grumbled, "Don't forget, we're not done with that little police stunt of yours." "So what do you want from me?" Citrine asked.
He swallowed, then muttered, "If you apologize, I might just-maybe let it slide."
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