A Life Debt Repaid novel (John and Cordy) novel Chapter 1497

Ultimately, Sam carried Quinn home.

She was more stubborn after getting drunk, and since it was late, they would cause a ruckus if they returned to Saunders Mansion.

He placed Quinn on the bed and was about to leave when Quinn caught his wrist. "Don't go."

Sam's heart raced—he could feel the warmth of her palm in his hand. "Open your eyes, Quinn. I'm Sam."

"I know," Quinn stared at him with a thousand-yard stare. "You're an irresponsible man!"

Sam pursed his lips—was she that wild whenever she got drunk?!

"You have no right to hand me off to Ryan! I'm not a piece of merchandise!" Quinn cried as she suddenly rose and stood on the bed, glaring downward at Sam.

"Don't stand there. You'll fall," Sam said.

"I'm not going to fall," Quinn refused to listen, and kept pressing, "Why did you push me away? How did I come up short? My figure? My face? Why are you so picky, Sam Saunders?!"

"Just lie down."

"No!" Quinn refused to let him touch her, evading him whenever he reached out to hold her.

Sam's heart could leapt out of her throat, watching her teeter over the edge.

"Answer me first. Why do you hate me?!" she snapped, pointed at him in the nose.

"I don't hate you."

"You do!" Quinn exclaimed, her eyes puffy. "You'd rather have those bad women than me. Should I become bad for you to like me?"

"That's not it."

"You're lying! You like those women with big butts and slender waists. The ones who are skilled," Quinn scoffed in grief.