A Life Debt Repaid novel (John and Cordy) novel Chapter 1342

However, just as Quinn thought she could afford to let Sam shape up, he told her, "Help me with the apron. It's more expensive than these bowls and plates."

Quinn was left speechless—was he really up for this?

Still, she took out the apron.

However, she could not reach up to his neck despite standing on her toes and skipping.

"You can tell me to bend my knees, silly." Sam looked at her in amusement.

"I'm not that short," Quinn huffed even as she wrapped it around her neck. "My height is typical for the ladies. It's your fault for being too tall."

"That means you're too short," Sam repeated determinedly.

"Fine, it's my fault." Quinn gave up right then. "Though there's research that proves tall people never outlive short people. You're going to die early, Sam."

Sam was washing the dishes and paused at that, turning on her and snapping, "Don't worry. I'll live longer than you will."

"That's not up to you! Nobody chooses when they die!"

"What's it going to be? Do you want me to die early so you can die early?!" Sam growled through his teeth.

"No," Quinn replied. "But if you're really going to die in front of me, I'll visit your grave every year—I'm going to die so that you can see, or you'd forget about me soon enough…"

"I won't," Sam suddenly said.

"What?"

"Is this how you wash this thing?" Sam asked, glossing over the subject right then.

"Yes. rinse it when you're done, then put it in the disinfection cabinet," Quinn told him.

He nodded and went to work.

Still, Quinn had to admit that he was slick—he appeared a little clumsy at first but became good at it soon enough.

He was such a good learner, so why did he have bad grades when he was younger?

That said, he probably did not pay any mind to study properly…

"What?"

"You'll get it when you play."

"Okay."

Quinn waited patiently before logging in to join Sam in a game, but she was a total novice since she never played anything.

All she did was tag along with Sam, becoming a burden as she did not know how to take cover and did not shoot when she saw enemies.

As such, both were dead soon enough.

"Am I… stupid?' Quinn asked guiltily, staring at Sam.

"Not just your average stupid either." Sam snorted—chivalry was dead with him.

As Quinn pouted, he threatened, "I'll punish you if you keep feeding!"