When Quentin Vance returned to Riverstone Heights, Bonnie Hayes wasn't home yet, having spent the afternoon at the hospital with Jillian.
He stood in the empty master bedroom, Zachary Xavier's terrible advice flashing through his mind.
Quentin scoffed, his expression full of disdain.
But a second later, compelled by some invisible force, he closed the door and began doing something so childish it felt entirely out of character.
Bonnie didn't get back until midnight, exhaustion radiating from her every movement.
Quentin was still awake, leaning against the headboard with a book.
After she finished washing up, she walked straight to her vanity.
Ever since she moved into the master bedroom, she had her own vanity, which the housekeeper had thoughtfully stocked with a full set of premium skincare products.
Having used them a few times and liked the results, she naturally reached for her lotion.
But as she tried to twist the cap, her fingers slipped.
The bottle felt inexplicably tight tonight.
Bonnie frowned in confusion and twisted harder, but it still wouldn't budge.
On the bed, Quentin had already lowered his book, watching her frustrated expression in the mirror with a faint, amused smirk.
He had deliberately tightened that cap with all his strength.
Zachary had called this creating a "moment of need," claiming it would leave a deep impression on a woman.
Over time, whenever she needed help, she would subconsciously think of him.
Quentin shifted his weight, preparing to throw off the covers and step out of bed.
However, he had clearly underestimated Bonnie's strength.
Staring at the bottle, she muttered in confusion, "Why is this so tight?"
The next second, she took a deep breath, furrowed her brow, and applied a sudden burst of force with her right hand.
With a sharp click, the cap gave way to her sheer brute force.
Relieved, she poured out some lotion and began patting it onto her face.
Ready to swoop in and play the hero, Quentin froze at the edge of the bed.
He fell silent for a few seconds before quietly retracting his leg and leaning back against the pillows.
When Bonnie finished her routine and turned around, she caught him staring at her with a sullen, almost accusing gaze.


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