Oops! My Whirlwind Tycoon Husband Is the Guy from That Night? novel Chapter 4

He would probably never find her in his lifetime.

As Quentin's thoughts drifted, the table was violently bumped. The coffee in his cup rippled wildly.-

A woman in a white dress had twisted her ankle and collapsed against his table.

Her head smacked into the acrylic number stand with a loud thud.

The impact spun the loose placard halfway around, flipping the 6 into a 9.

The woman looked up, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw Quentin's face. Her voice instantly shifted into a breathless, flirtatious pitch. "I am so terribly sorry, sir. Let's exchange numbers so I can make this up to you properly."

Quentin didn't even glance up from his book. His voice was freezing cold. "If you can apologize now, there's no need to do it later."

Humiliated, the woman quickly stood up.

She noticed that the number had flipped from a 6 to a 9, but since Quentin had just shot her down so ruthlessly, she spun on her heel and walked away without correcting it.

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The heavy doors of the café pushed open, and Sonia stepped inside.

A warm summer breeze swept through the room, loudly ruffling the pages of the book on Quentin's table.

The dry wind brushed against his face and slipped under his collar, warming his skin.

He turned his head toward the entrance.

At the exact same moment, Sonia looked toward him.

Their eyes locked.

Sonia's breath hitched.

She had never realized a man could be this flawlessly handsome.

In that split second, the world seemed to slow down like a cinematic frame. The ambient noise faded, the background blurred, and the light seemed to focus entirely on them. They were the only two people in the room.

When she saw him, it was as if a rose blooming in the shadows had suddenly found the sun.

When he saw her, it was like spotting a single, vibrant rose cutting through a dense fog.

Sonia's gaze dragged away from his face and landed on the placard on the table: 9.

He was her blind date.

He looked absolutely nothing like the man Laura had described.

Confusion flickered through her mind, but it vanished just as quickly.

A win was a win.

She had zero tolerance for trash men, but she wasn't about to let a high-quality catch slip away.

Good things were like empty seats on a rush-hour subway, if you didn't grab it, someone else would.

A breathtaking smile curved Sonia's red lips, and she strode confidently toward him.

Her dark, cascading waves bounced softly with every step.

The red dress clung to her perfectly, highlighting the sharp, delicate dip of her waist. A thigh-high slit revealed flashes of her smooth legs.

Countless heiresses constantly tried to latch onto him, pulling strings and playing games just to get a single meeting, desperate to win his favor and become the First Lady of The Circle.

But every single one of them had failed.

A year ago, Sonia had overheard Laura scheming to get close to The Horton Matriarch just to secure a blind date between Zoe and Quentin.

Sonia smiled, a knowing glint in her eye. If she had to guess, Quentin's intended date today was supposed to be Zoe.

Laura had tried to set Sonia up with a fifty-year-old divorcé while arranging for her own daughter to meet the most powerful man in the capital. It wasn't just favoritism; it was a deliberate humiliation.

But fate had intervened, dropping Quentin Horton right into Sonia's lap.

Setting her cup down with a soft clink, Sonia allowed her eyes to roam over him.

His white dress shirt was exquisitely tailored, stretched tight over his broad, commanding shoulders. The fabric highlighted the firm, powerful lines of his chest.

The hard cut of his torso tapered down perfectly, the hem tucked cleanly into his dark trousers, leading down into a very intriguing territory.

He looked like a man who absolutely knew what he was doing in bed.

Suddenly feeling parched, Sonia picked up her coffee and took another sip.

At the same time, Quentin was studying her.

She was incredibly beautiful, her skin possessing a flawless, luminous quality without a single imperfection.

His intense eyes locked onto hers, and a sudden, striking wave of familiarity hit him.

Staring deeply into her eyes, he asked, "Have we met before?"