She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 12

Quinn was just about to say something when Miles's phone rang.

It was another video call. The moment he answered, Jade's sweet, soft voice drifted over. "Miles, I'm waiting at home for you to pick me up."

"Alright, I'm heading out now."

His voice was incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to the biting tone he used with Quinn.

Jack pushed the box back in front of Quinn. "Ms. Avery, you might as well use it. You've had your old phone for over three years. It's time for an upgrade."

To provide for her two children and cover her mother's nursing home fees, Quinn had lived a life of strict frugality.

That beat-up phone had indeed overstayed its welcome. She had originally planned to save up a bit more before buying a replacement.

Hearing Jack's practical advice, she decided to accept it.

He was right. Why shouldn't she use it? She had done more than enough for Miles; there was no reason she couldn't accept this.

After all, she was the one who had nursed his terrible stomach condition back to health.

During her first year living at Regency Bay, Quinn had poured her heart into learning all sorts of new recipes just for him.

She cooked all his favorite meals, and knowing his stomach was sensitive, she learned to make healthy, soothing broths to heal him.

Thinking back on everything she had sacrificed for that man, she picked up the phone with a clear conscience.

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Inside Valérie Boutique, the air conditioning was a crisp, refreshing chill, carrying the scent of a luxurious designer fragrance.

Quinn wore a simple backpack and had her hair tied in a low ponytail. In her ordinary clothes, she looked entirely out of place in the high-end French boutique.

Mr. Landon stood beside her, speaking politely. "Ms. Avery, thank you for your hard work today, keeping my wife company while she tries on clothes. Please, pick out an outfit for yourself as a token of our gratitude."

"Quinn! What a coincidence!"

A familiar, sugary voice interrupted their conversation. Jade Winter was clinging tightly to Miles's arm.

Quinn looked her up and down, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Stop calling me that. Do you think calling someone else older makes you look younger?"

Jade's actual age was probably within a year or two of that bastard Miles, which made her several years older than Quinn.

How did she have the nerve to act like the younger sister?

Miles's expression remained perfectly still, his face like a glacier. The icy warning in his dark eyes felt sharp enough to pierce right through someone.

"Quinn Avery, what kind of attitude is that? Didn't I warn you to remember your place? Did my words go straight out the other ear?"

Quinn was sick to death of his arrogant, hypocritical behavior. Just the other day at the hospital, he had nearly snapped her wrist and pushed her so hard she cut her forehead.

And now here he was, using the cold, authoritative tone of a husband to lecture her. Where did he get the nerve?

"Miles, are you out of your mind?"