She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 594

"You left this behind. I brought it to you."

It was a hair clip. She had used it to pin up her hair for the banquet last night.

She had actually been looking for it earlier, assuming it had fallen to the bottom of her purse.

"Thank you!"

Quinn reached out, making no move to invite him inside.

Instead of handing it to her, the man stepped into the room uninvited. She was forced to step back to avoid brushing against him.

"You're staying here?"

Miles glanced around the room, a slight frown marring his brow. It looked painfully ordinary to him.

In truth, Willa had booked Quinn a premium business suite. It was well above average.

But compared to the presidential suites Miles was accustomed to, it was worlds apart. It barely registered as acceptable to him.

Quinn didn't respond. She poured him a glass of water, maintaining basic hospitality.

"Is your cold feeling better?"

The man took the glass and set it aside, his deep gaze fixing onto her in a way that made her uncomfortable.

"Thanks for asking. Much better."

Seeing her distant demeanor, Miles averted his gaze and casually checked his watch.

"You haven't eaten yet. I'll book us a..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the doorbell rang again.

Quinn walked over and opened the door. Ethan walked in holding a vibrant bouquet.

Sunflowers—a cheerful wish for her speedy recovery.

"Quinn, are you feeling better?"

"Much better."

Quinn didn't reach for the flowers. Ethan smiled easily. "I saw someone selling them on the way here and picked them up."

"Let me put these in a vase for you, and then we can grab a bite. There's a great spot right across the street."

As he stepped inside, his eyes landed on Miles sitting in the room. His pupils contracted slightly, his footsteps halting.

"Miles York, what are you doing here?"

Ethan let out a cold laugh. "My relationship with Quinn is none of your business. When I returned to the country to take over the Sterling family business, I made a verbal agreement with Alastair. You should know this better than anyone."

Miles leaned back in his chair, a faint, humorless arc lifting the corners of his mouth. "I highly doubt my uncle's verbal agreement included his heir parading around with a divorced woman."

Ethan's fingers clenched into fists, a layer of cold fury coating his eyes.

"And whose fault is it that she's divorced? Yours.

"If you look down on Quinn so much, then stop harassing her. There are plenty of men out there who know how to respect and cherish her!"

A thin veil of frost coated Miles's pupils as he lowered his brow. "I never said I looked down on her. But it's a fact she's divorced.

"Out of all the women in the world, you had to fall for your cousin's ex-wife?

"Do you honestly think your father and my aunt will approve?"

Ethan pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. His usual gentle demeanor was completely gone, leaving only an icy chill.

"Don't bring them into this. They don't have the right to dictate my life."

The two men locked eyes—one masking his steel beneath a mild exterior, the other exuding a sharp, arrogant coldness.

A silent, volatile standoff.