She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 15

Handing Leo off to the nanny, Miles marched forward with a pitch-black expression and grabbed Quinn's arm. "Come back with me!"

Seeing her hanging around a middle-aged man, he was absolutely determined to drag her home today.

Seeing him trying to force Quinn away, Beatrice Landon frowned.

"What is wrong with you? Ms. Avery is my friend. You can't just take her."

Miles's dark eyes were as freezing as a winter blizzard, his gaze lethal. "I'm telling my wife to go home. Is there a problem?"

His declaration left the Landons unsure of how to intervene. They could only look to Quinn for confirmation.

"Ms. Avery, is he your husband?"

Quinn quickly clarified, "No, Beatrice, we are finalizing our divorce next week."

Miles's voice dripped with icy sarcasm, laced with a hint of gritted teeth. "As you said, Quinn, it's next week. Right now, we're still legally bound, which means you're coming home with me."

Before Quinn could protest, he forcefully dragged her out of the boutique.

Jade's face paled, and she stepped forward anxiously. "Miles, didn't you promise to spend the day with me..."

Miles's tone softened in apology. "Let's do it another day, Jade. I'll have Hunter take you home."

Watching him drag Quinn away, Jade clenched her fists, her eyes locked onto Quinn's retreating back with vicious resentment.

Bitch!

Quinn struggled to wrench her arm free, but he was gripping her wrist—the exact same wrist he had bruised days ago. "Miles, let me go! I can walk myself."

Miles refused to let go. "Shut up!"

"It hurts... my hand..."

Miles assumed she was just playing for sympathy. "I'm not grabbing your injured palm."

He shoved her into the car without another word.

Looking at the bodyguard, he barked, "Drive!"

Tristan Vance hesitated. Wasn't the boss supposed to be shopping with Ms. Winter?

Then he noticed the faint swelling on Miles's cheek, and his pupils shrank.

The boss's face...

He acted as though her mere presence would contaminate his air.

But today, the sun had practically risen in the west. He had forced her into his Rolls-Royce, and she knew she only had that two-faced Jade to thank for it.

Quinn had snapped back at him, but she honestly couldn't be bothered to argue anymore.

Pulling out her phone, she sent a text to Mr. Landon: [Mr. Landon, I am so sorry about today! I couldn't finish helping your wife pick out her clothes.]

A reply came through quickly—an audio message.

"Ms. Avery, your soon-to-be ex-husband is completely blind and braindead, parading his mistress around like that. Thank god you're divorcing him. The minute your papers are signed, tell me immediately so I can celebrate your freedom! Also, I am going to find you a man in our circle who is far richer and way hotter than him."

Quinn hadn't put it on speaker; she had used the speech-to-text feature. Reading the transcription made her feel incredibly vindicated, though her eye twitched a little.

Richer and hotter?

The York family was the wealthiest in the city. No one could beat that.

And hotter?

Miles possessed the kind of breathtaking, god-like features that put television idols to shame.