Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 130

Over the years, Dante had moved mountains for Vivienne just to repay the debt of his life.

But Silas was just an employee; he had no right to question his boss's choices. He simply nodded and quietly slipped out of the office.

Dante spun his executive chair around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring silently at the sparkling city skyline for a long time.

He had always sworn to repay Vivienne's life-saving grace, but he knew better than anyone that the only thing she truly wanted was his hand in marriage.

Vivienne was innocent, sweet, well-behaved, incredibly talented, and came from a prestigious family. She worshipped the ground he walked on.

She was the exact opposite of Quinn—who remained icy, defensive, and covered in thorns no matter how hard he tried to appease her. He had spent years forcing himself to believe Vivienne was the one he should love.

But why was it that every time he seriously considered finalizing the divorce with Quinn to marry Vivienne, his very soul violently rebelled against the idea?

Since he physically couldn't bring himself to sign the divorce papers, he would just have to compensate Vivienne in other ways—like launching her career into the stratosphere.

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Even though Quinn knew finding a decent commercial space would be an uphill battle.

Two straight days of property hunting had completely shattered her spirit.

The more places she toured, the more defeated she felt.

Some were right on the main avenue, the deafening traffic making design work impossible.

Others had terrible floor plans that couldn't accommodate a proper studio layout.

Some had decent environments, but the landlords were absolute nightmares to deal with.

And the rest were just ridiculously overpriced for what they offered.

"Ugh! It's boiling out there!"

"My legs feel like they're going to fall off!"

The second Quinn got home, she kicked off her heels and dragged herself straight to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge to grab a bottle of ice water.

Before she could grab it, a large, powerful hand reached across her and slammed the fridge door shut.

"Did you forget your asthma acts up when you drink ice water?"

Thanks to the imported medication from Raymond's 'connections,' Quinn's condition had drastically improved, making her recklessly forget her own dietary restrictions.

"Can I just have one tiny sip?" Quinn pleaded, looking up at him with huge, pathetic puppy-dog eyes.

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