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She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 442

The glimmer in his eyes faded slightly, though he wasn't angry. A faint, gentle smile remained on his lips.

"Quinn, you don't need to explain. I won't overthink it."

Yara Chase was gaming in her room. Hearing the front door open, she muted her game, not wanting to wake the kids.

Peeking through the crack in her door, she saw Ethan sitting on the sofa. She decided to stay hidden and not ruin the moment.

She knew Quinn didn't have romantic feelings for him, but why else would Ethan be so incredibly attentive to the kids if he wasn't trying to win Quinn's heart?

Yara wasn't about to play third wheel. Since Quinn was getting a divorce anyway, she fully supported Ethan. She wanted her best friend to find real happiness.

"You drove straight here after your business trip without eating, didn't you? Let me make you some pasta."

Ethan really hadn't eaten anything, so he didn't refuse.

Letting her cook for him was good; it would stop her from feeling like she owed him too much.

"Sure."

"Have a seat. It won't take long."

Sitting alone in the living room felt odd, so Ethan wandered over to the kitchen doorway. "Quinn, need any help?"

Quinn laughed lightly. "No, I've got it."

Watching her bustling around the kitchen for him, Ethan felt an undeniable sense of home.

Under the golden glow of the kitchen light, a stray strand of hair slipped loose, framing her cheek.

She kept her head bowed, stirring the boiling pot, her profile bathed in the soft, warm halo of the room.

To him, it was a picture of perfect, quiet domesticity.

"By the way, do you eat onions?"

Through the rising steam, she turned her head to look at the man standing behind her.

Ethan had been staring a little too intently. Startled by the sudden question, he quickly averted his gaze.

"It's really crisp and sweet."

Quinn grinned easily. "Right? I love it too, so I always pair it with this dish."

Ethan looked at her. "You've always been a great cook."

Quinn looked up, confused. Always?

Realizing his slip, Ethan quickly covered his tracks. "You forgot? You made that huge feast and invited me over last time."

Quinn chuckled. "Oh, right. I guess my cooking isn't too bad."

From the dark night outside looking in, the apartment window framed a scene of gentle warmth.

Under the soft lights, they looked like two ordinary people sharing a life together.

There was no intense, fiery passion—just the quiet, steady warmth of a shared life, where time itself seemed to stand still in perfect harmony.

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