I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 172

Bonnie placed a bowl of warm oatmeal in front of him, speaking out of habit.

"Mr. Vance, try this."

The hand Quentin used to hold his spoon paused slightly.

He lifted his eyelids, looking at her indifferently.

"Why didn't you call me Quentin?"

Bonnie awkwardly scratched her head.

Calling him "Quentin" in private always felt indescribably intimate and ambiguous.

Quentin seemed to see right through her discomfort. He stirred his oatmeal methodically, his tone perfectly flat.

"If you use the wrong name again, I'll dock your pay."

Bonnie froze, instantly panicking as she blurted out, "By how much?"

Quentin raised his eyes, his tone calm. "Ten thousand dollars a mistake."

Bonnie gasped.

This man's morning amiability was entirely an illusion; deep down, he was still an evil, exploitative capitalist.

She only made forty thousand dollars a month. Four mistakes and she'd be working for free.

"Quentin!"

The name tumbled from her lips, loud and clear, packed with an intense desire for survival.

"I promise I will never get it wrong again!"

Quentin's mood visibly improved.

He picked up a piece of a side dish and put it in his mouth.

However, as soon as the food touched his tongue, he frowned and drew in a sharp breath.

A sharp pain shot across the tip of his tongue.

Seeing this, Bonnie's heart skipped a beat.

She immediately buried her face in her bowl, shoveling oatmeal into her mouth for dear life, not daring to look up.

Her entire face flushed as red as a tomato, the color even spreading down to the base of her neck.

Quentin pursed his lips, his gaze landing on the top of her head as it practically sank into her bowl.

He raised a hand and gently touched his own lips.

His memories of last night's drunkenness were actually quite blurry, but he vaguely recalled losing control, pinning her against the wall, and kissing her fiercely.

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