His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 253

Quentin didn’t show up until after work, as Marina had instructed.

The place was a hotel.

He’d assumed Marina had invited him out for dinner—nothing more. But as soon as he arrived, she sent him the room number on WhatsApp.

Standing in front of Room 1783, Quentin hesitated, hand raised to knock. Before he could, the door swung open from the inside.

It was Marina, of course.

Quentin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Marina was wearing nothing but a bathrobe, her hair damp as if she’d just stepped out of the shower. The robe hung loosely around her shoulders, the neckline open just enough to reveal a teasing hint of cleavage.

“You’re right on time. Come in!” Marina greeted him with a sly smile, motioning him inside.

Quentin had never seen this side of her. Awkward and uneasy, he stepped into the room.

On the coffee table were some fruit and snacks to go with drinks. Marina poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Quentin.

“Relax a little,” she said lightly.

Quentin tossed back the entire glass in one gulp.

It was late autumn, but the room was warm with the heater running. Quentin had barely sat down before sweat started to bead on his forehead and neck.

Marina slid onto the couch right next to him, her bathrobe doing little to hide her long, pale legs as she crossed them deliberately.

Quentin swallowed hard.

Sensing the mood was right, Marina took a delicate sip of her whiskey and began, “I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you alone. To explain why I fired you before… I didn’t have a choice. The higher-ups were putting too much pressure on me. But honestly, I always respected your talent, Quentin. I always admired you.”

As she spoke, her hand found his, holding it gently.

Quentin’s face flushed bright red.

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