I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 68

Since she was the woman Parrish had discarded and missed out on, Quentin was determined to keep her by his side.

Besides, she was legally his wife now.

She was useful, and he had no reason to throw her away.

Quentin withdrew his gaze, the coldness in his eyes completely fading as he returned to his usual inscrutable demeanor.

He sat back down in his chair, elegantly crossing his long legs, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Send her to the study."

...

This was the first time Bonnie had stepped foot into Quentin's study since moving into Riverstone Heights.

Jasper gave her a reassuring look before stepping aside.

Bonnie walked in, her gaze fixed politely on the gray wool rug beneath her feet.

Even in her peripheral vision, she could feel the chilling restraint of the space.

The minimalist black, white, and gray decor, the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, and the wall-to-wall shelves filled with foreign texts exuded luxury, but entirely lacked warmth.

It was exactly like Quentin himself—noble, but as cold as a block of ice that could never be melted.

Bonnie discreetly tightened her grip on the hem of her shirt, a sour ache blooming in her chest.

She figured this would be her last time standing in this room.

He had probably called her in to coordinate a time to sign the divorce papers.

"Sit."

Quentin lounged in the oversized leather executive chair, a fountain pen twirling between his long fingers. He didn't even look up.

Bonnie remained standing. Her back was arrow-straight, like a stubborn reed refusing to bend in a blizzard.

"Mr. Vance, I left the black card you gave me on the coffee table. I brought the contract with me. Let me know when you're available to handle the paperwork..."

"I told you to leave, and you're actually leaving. How obedient."

Quentin cut her off abruptly. He set the pen down with deliberate slowness and lifted his eyes, looking at her with a smirk.

She was relieved she wouldn't be homeless and that her mother's medical bills were secured.

But she was furious that this man treated her like a toy, summoning and dismissing her on a whim.

"Mr. Vance, I know my personal life upset you, and I apologize for that."

Bonnie held her breath, a faint tremble betraying her frustration.

"But telling me to get out one minute and letting me stay the next is incredibly torturous."

"I believe I've done everything required of me lately—cooking, therapy, massages. Even if I haven't been flawless, I've put in at least a B-plus effort, right?"

Quentin arched an eyebrow. He clearly hadn't expected the usually docile girl to show her teeth.

"So, I need a guarantee from you."

Bonnie took a deep breath and met his gaze, her eyes blazing with stubborn resolve.

"For the one-year duration of our contract, you cannot casually threaten to kick me out again. Deal?"