She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 151

"Did you... knit a scarf for me once?"

Quinn's fingers paused slightly. Her face remained devoid of expression, though her lips pressed into a barely noticeable line.

"I forgot," she replied, her voice cold and detached.

How could she ever forget?

Back then, he hadn't even glanced at it before shoving it away in disgust.

Macy had dug it out and showed it off to their wealthy friends, turning her into a laughingstock for ages.

If he didn't like it, he could have just thrown it away. Was it really necessary to use it as a joke?

The memory of her own foolishness sent a suffocating wave of embarrassment washing over her.

Seeing her dismiss it, Miles didn't push the issue.

He glanced around the cramped room, his thoughts a tangled mess, unsure of what exactly was driving him.

"Quinn, you can move into the guest room on the second floor tomorrow," he offered in a sudden display of magnanimity. "You don't need to squeeze into this tiny space."

"There's no need. I'm perfectly fine here."

She rejected him flatly. She would never forget how callously he had warned her back then.

'From now on, do not set foot on the second floor without my permission!'

At the time, his words had made her blood run cold, as if she had been plunged into an icy abyss.

Defeated and heartbroken, she had retreated to this very room, shutting herself away, curling up under the blankets, and sobbing for hours as she nursed her wounds alone.

Now, she had built up her armor piece by piece. She was no longer that fragile, desperate girl.

And now he was telling her to move upstairs?

It was absolutely laughable!

"Quinn, I had no idea you were staying in this room."

Miles really hadn't known. He turned to Gail and demanded, "Gail, why is she staying in here?"

The maid lowered her head and murmured, "Mr. York, it was... Mrs. York and Macy who made the arrangements."

"Goodnight, Leo."

...

That night, Quinn was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of Macy and Judith shoving Luna away when Leo tried to snatch a toy from her.

Luna had fallen and scraped her arm, crying out pitifully, 'Mommy, why do Mrs. York and Macy hate me?'

Her heart clenched in agony. She wanted nothing more than to rush forward, pull her child into a protective embrace, and scream at Judith.

But her limbs felt leaden, pinned down by invisible shackles, rendering her completely paralyzed.

'Mommy, say something.'

In the dream, she opened her mouth to comfort her daughter, straining with all her might, but no sound escaped her throat.

Leo, held securely in Judith's arms, glared down at Luna. 'You're just a wild child, and so is Caleb! I'm the only real grandson here. Don't even try to steal what's mine.'

Luna shrank back, her voice trembling. 'I didn't. I'm not trying to take anything.'

Leo threw a used watch at her feet. 'You only deserve hand-me-downs! Daddy buys all the best things for me. What makes you think you can compete with me?'