Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 112

When did he get back last night? She hadn't heard a thing.

Hadn't she given him the night off? Did his date fall through?

Sensing her stare, the man suddenly opened his eyes. It was too late for Quinn to look away.

In that brief exchange of glances, she felt his gaze was even colder than usual.

So the date didn't work out? Was he in a bad mood again?

Thinking this, she offered a casual greeting. "Morning!"

"Yeah."

He gave a low grunt, clearly not in the mood to talk.

Although he only looked at her for a few seconds before turning away, his expression as stoic as ever, Quinn couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking at her differently today.

But she had important things to do and no time to dwell on it. "Lydia will bring breakfast later," she said. "I have to attend the design competition's launch event. Check with the doctor later, and if Leo is cleared, handle the discharge paperwork and take him home."

With her instructions given, she grabbed her clothes and headed straight for the bathroom.

Raymond's eyes involuntarily drifted over.

The frosted glass door wasn't transparent, but it caught silhouettes perfectly.

He could see the stunning curves of her profile projected on the glass as she changed...

Though he quickly averted his gaze, the heat flared up again, and he swallowed hard.

When Quinn emerged, she was wearing a crimson vintage-inspired dress. Her dark hair was loosely pinned up, and she wore a flawless touch of light makeup.

She already had a radiant complexion, but the color made her skin look positively luminous, giving her a soft, glowing aura.

Raymond was already up from the sofa. The lingering heat hadn't completely faded, and his dark eyes settled on her, deep and intense.

Catching his gaze as she walked past, she offered a teasing smile.

Vivienne wore a beige silk slip, highlighting her collarbones. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

[Waking up in the arms of the man I love. Pure bliss!]

Suppressing a wave of disgust, Quinn saved a screenshot of the post and the caption.

She thought back to his earnest promise just last night.

*Please stop being mad, okay? I promise you, I'll handle the Vivienne situation.*

Was this how he handled it?

He handled it right back into bed?

Quinn found it laughable. You could trust a ghost before you could trust a man's words.

Putting her phone away, she started her car and drove toward the hotel hosting the launch event.