A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 137

Just coax them a little and they'd be fine.

He could effortlessly charm women with nine hundred hidden motives; what were two toddlers to him?

Quentin walked toward Seth and Annelise.

With a gentle smile, he took elegant strides.

Just as he approached Private Room 6, he pulled two small gifts from his suit pocket, ready to hand them over.

He had bought them after work. Shelly had wanted milk tea, so he parked the car to get some and picked up the small gifts from a convenience store next to the tea shop, planning to give them to Seth and Annelise.

While he was taking care of Shelly, the two kids suddenly crossed his mind.

This was because—this afternoon, he had received the business proposal for Iris-Adams Biopharma from Holden.

His first thought was that he needed Winifred's help.

And those two kids were Winifred's life.

If he won the kids over, Winifred would naturally comply with his every wish.

It was such a coincidence; heaven was truly on his side. The small gifts he picked up in passing were exactly what he needed tonight.

"Celeste!"

Quentin's greeting was a bit loud, carrying a tone of reprimand.

Celeste was simple-minded, short, and stout, with a goofy face. Having lived by his side alongside Winifred for three years, he rarely bothered to be polite to her.

With her level of intelligence, even if she wanted to overthink things, she couldn't.

"If you wanted to bring the kids here, why didn't you call me in advance? I could have driven to pick you all up."

As Quentin spoke, he moved to pick up Annelise.

He stretched his arms out long to grab her under the armpits.

He continued to "scold" with a smile.

"Look at you, taking the babies out by yourself without a word. It's the evening rush hour, there's so much traffic and crowds. It's so exhausting for the kids. It breaks my heart just thinking about it."

Before his fingertips even grazed Annelise, her little body lunged hard to the left.

"I don't want you to hold me!" Annelise stuck out her bottom in resistance, burying her little head deeply into Celeste's chest.

Quentin chuckled.

His handsome face displayed the gentle affection characteristic of a mature man.

"Annie, you haven't seen Daddy in a few days, you really missed me, didn't you?"

Refusing to be held—wasn't that just her throwing a little tantrum?

Winifred would still be his; he was saving her for himself.

But he never expected what happened next.

Celeste jumped up violently, swinging her arm in a vertical chop.

She knocked his outstretched hands away, sending them plummeting from mid-air to below the table.

"You!!"

Shocked!

Wasn't this the goofy Celeste who had been by his side for three years, doing nothing but thinking about food?

The dimwit he had completely disregarded was actually... attacking him!

"Quentin Adams, if you try to pull anything with my kids again, I'll beat you to death!!"

Celeste used her arms as blades to block him from getting any closer to Annelise.

Her small, round eyes on her large, round face glinted sharply. Like a fiercely protective tiger mother on the plains, she looked terrifying.

Quentin's eye twitched. He suddenly remembered—

Celeste was Chester Shultz's longest-serving disciple.