She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 101

Hunter jumped, nearly dropping his phone.

Did the boss... sleep with Quinn last night?

Didn't he say they were just sharing the room out of necessity?

It seemed Mr. York didn't detest his wife as much as he let on.

Quinn clutched the blanket tightly against her bare skin, eyeing him defensively. "Miles, even if you brought me back here last night, you had no right to do this."

She flashed back to the previous night, a specific image surfacing in her mind.

Had she... hit him over the head with her phone?

Seeing the swollen lump on his forehead, she figured her memory was accurate.

Since he probably hadn't taken things too far—and her body didn't feel like he had—she felt a slight wave of relief.

Miles was infuriated by her defensive posture, especially since she had been the one clinging to him last night.

She had practically thrown herself at him, melting beneath his touch.

Playing the virgin martyr today was utterly laughable.

"Quinn, I never realized you were such a good actress."

"You certainly weren't acting like this last night."

Miles's eyes were filled with blatant contempt and mockery, his tone dripping with disdain.

Seeing the cold sneer and disgust in his eyes, a suffocating wave of despair washed over Quinn.

She subconsciously gripped the bedsheets tighter, her fingers curling inward.

Forcing down her humiliation and grief, she stubbornly met his gaze. "Miles, what exactly are you implying?"

Under her direct stare, his gaze didn't soften; instead, it turned even more predatory and detached, utterly convinced she was just putting on a show.

"Last night... scoffed... you threw yourself at me. Otherwise, do you really think I would have touched you?"

At the sight of the condoms, Miles's brows knitted together, his expression instantly darkening into a thunderstorm. "Who told you to take matters into your own hands?"

Noticing his boss's foul mood, Hunter asked tentatively, "Mr. York, did I... did I buy the wrong size?"

Was XL too big?

He subconsciously glanced down at his boss's pajama pants, completely missing the death glare aimed at the top of his head.

Miles's lips pressed into a hard line, his anger flaring. "As soon as we get back, you're being shipped off to the Ethiopian mines!"

"M-Mr. York..."

Hunter shuddered, his knees nearly giving out.

He had no idea how he had offended the boss. He was just trying to be helpful; why was he suddenly facing exile?

When Quinn emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, ready to grab her phone and leave, Miles coldly handed her the morning-after pill.