She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 383

Gail thought to herself, *He was obviously mesmerized, but his ego won't let him admit it. It's as if complimenting his wife would physically pain him.*

What a deeply guarded and stubborn personality. She wondered if he got it from his mother or the Chairman.

Quinn remained indifferent. As long as she felt good about herself, that was enough.

The opinions of an icy, unfeeling man couldn't affect her.

Miles, on the other hand, secretly felt the ensemble was far too dazzling. His gaze darkened.

Wouldn't she attract too much attention at the banquet tomorrow night?

He completely failed to recognize the intense possessiveness brewing within him—the raw instinct of a man reluctant to parade his most priceless, hidden treasure in front of eyes that might covet her.

...

The next evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the city lights flickered on, Hunter arrived at Regency Bay to escort Miles and Quinn to the Pierces' banquet.

The moment he laid eyes on Quinn, he froze in place, utterly stunned.

*M-Mrs. York... that outfit is the one Mr. York personally picked out on his tablet that day!*

He had to admit, his boss had impeccable, flawless taste.

But if Mr. York genuinely didn't care about his wife, how did he know her measurements so perfectly?

Was it a coincidence?

Or had he... taken a peek while they were in the car?

Or perhaps gotten hands-on?

"What are you staring at?"

Annoyed that his assistant remained planted like a boulder even as he approached, Miles shot him a sharp glare.

Hunter quickly averted his eyes. "N-Nothing! I was just thinking that when Mrs. York steps into the venue tonight, she's going to be the most dazzling presence there."

For some reason, the compliment rubbed Miles the wrong way. His expression instantly darkened like storm clouds.

Tristan drove, Hunter took the passenger seat, and Miles sat in the back with Quinn.

Quinn huddled against her door, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the cold man beside her.

Miles elegantly scrolled through financial news on his tablet, though his gaze kept unconsciously drifting her way.

Seeing her texting someone with a soft, genuine smile on her lips, he frowned. Who was she talking to that made her so happy?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the name on her screen. It was that man, Ethan. His expression instantly frosted over, a volatile, unnamed emotion surging in his dark eyes.

He tossed the tablet onto the seat with a sharp clatter. Quinn flinched at the noise and pressed herself even further into the corner.

She sent Ethan one last cute sticker and locked her phone.

Miles's voice suddenly cut through the air, cold and dripping with irritation. "Quinn, when we get to the venue, keep your mouth shut. Don't pretend to understand things you don't. If you need anything, ask Hunter."

Hunter turned around with a polite smile. "Mrs. York, I'll be by your side. If you need anything at all, just let me know."

Quinn nodded at him. "Understood, Hunter."