Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 315

In the past, whenever Quinn saw scenes like this in short dramas, she would secretly scoff. It's just a guy buckling a seatbelt. Have you never seen the world?

But experiencing it firsthand, especially with a man oozing as much sexual tension as Raymond...

She suddenly understood.

That kind of heart-racing thrill was genuinely impossible to handle!

He leaned right in front of her. As he lowered his head to snap the buckle in place, his hot breath brushed against her arm.

That searing, warm sensation instantly sent goosebumps erupting across her skin.

She pressed herself firmly into the seat, not daring to move a muscle.

By the time the buckle finally clicked, those brief seconds felt like a beautiful kind of torture.

To make matters worse, the man looked at her with his deep eyes, feigning complete innocence.

"Why is your face so red?"

Quinn's eyelashes fluttered wildly like tiny fans, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Maybe... the AC isn't high enough. I'm hot!"

The man stared at her for a few more seconds but didn't lower the temperature.

"It'll cool down soon. Your asthma can't handle it being too cold."

He finally sat back in his seat, and Quinn let out a long breath.

Her racing heart slowly settled back into its normal rhythm.

Over the past few weeks, Quinn had been spinning like a top. Between consulting with elite clients, drawing design drafts, shipping orders, and prepping for the semi-finals, she was running on fumes. Yet, she had pushed through with such vibrant energy that she hadn't even realized she was tired.

Today, with the semi-finals finally behind her, the adrenaline wore off, and a crushing wave of exhaustion crashed over her. She didn't even want lunch; the moment they returned, she went straight to her room and crashed into bed.

Even Lydia couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"Our Madam works far too hard. I haven't seen her take a single day off in weeks, and she always works late into the night.

"Honestly, she works harder than any of us staff, but you never hear her complain."

Lydia chattered away as she tidied up the living room.

Raymond sat on the sofa. From his spot, he had a clear view of her desk in the side room.

For countless nights, she had hunched over that desk, working overtime.

It was cluttered with drawing tools, sketch paper, and design references.

Countless times, he had come downstairs to see her sitting under the glow of the lamp, brush in hand, sketching and revising endlessly.

The warm light would trace the soft curves of her profile, her intense focus leaving him spellbound on more than one occasion.

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