A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 159

Waiting a bit to get married was fine with him. Her heart was clearly still his, and she was still completely dependent on him. She wasn't going anywhere, so he had nothing to worry about.

"Alright. We can wait a while before getting married," Quentin said, his face glowing with a magnanimous smile. "Now, go up and pack your things. Bring the kids down, and let's go home."

He reached out to take her hand.

Winifred immediately took a step back.

"Winifred?"

"It's too late tonight. The kids are already asleep."

That was fair. Waking up two sleeping toddlers in the middle of a chilly autumn night was a recipe for disaster.

"Then I'll come pick you all up tomorrow during my lunch break."

"Actually... I'm doing quite well living on my own right now. I don't want to move back just yet."

"Winifred... are you still holding onto some resentment? Tell me what it is, and we'll work through it together. Let's not keep secrets."

Winifred forced a tight smile. "I just want... a little more space to think."

This was her first time attempting to act like a lovestruck fool, and she felt nauseous.

But to Quentin, her awkwardness was just proof that she was overwhelmed. He thought she had been so traumatized that his sudden display of affection had left her incredibly emotional and flustered.

He felt a surge of intense pride. He was simply too extraordinary; of course she was hopelessly devoted to him. Whenever he decided to look back, she would always be waiting there, cherishing him.

"Alright," Quentin said gently. "Starting tomorrow, I'll come keep you and the kids company every day after work."

*I'm moving tomorrow,* Winifred thought coldly. *And you don't have the right to set foot anywhere near my new home.*

She gave him a faint smile. "We'll see about tomorrow."

"Okay."

Quentin felt completely at ease as he watched Winifred walk into the hotel lobby. Winifred could feel his gaze burning into her back, but her heart was entirely encased in ice. She swore to herself she would never look back.

She casually tossed the bouquet of roses to the cleaning lady wiping down the elevators.

Moving the next day was a breeze with Fletcher's help. He showed up bright and early in a crisp suit, prepped the double stroller, strapped the kids in, and rolled them right into the elevator. The SUV had already been fitted with two high-end car seats overnight, much to the twins' delight.

Winifred decided to take the high road and stepped aside, moving to look at a different display to pick out two other bowls. The children's tableware section was massive, taking up two entire aisles.

She reached for a pink bowl.

"I want that one too!" Jordyn shrieked, shoving her way over again. She threw her upper body over the counter, aggressively hoarding a massive stack of children's bowls under her arms.

Winifred's patience snapped.

She turned to the nanny. "Is this your child?"

The nanny sneered. "Yeah. What about it?"

What about it? A toddler was aggressively snatching things from strangers in public and lacking basic manners. It was a glaring reflection of her parents' complete lack of class.

"If a child snatches things, shouldn't the guardian step in and correct her?"

The nanny let out a cold laugh. "She doesn't snatch from just anybody."

"That's right!" Jordyn snapped, whipping her head around to glare at Winifred. "I'm specifically snatching them from you, you loser! What are you gonna do about it?"