She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 595

Unaware of the conversation that had just transpired, Quinn returned to the table after video-calling her two toddlers.

She didn't notice the tense atmosphere. The waiters had already begun serving the food.

Not wanting Quinn to pick up on anything, Ethan masked his hostility, his expression returning to its usual warm gentleness.

"Quinn, let me get you some soup."

Miles's eyes darkened as he watched Ethan attentively serve her soup and place food on her plate. A trace of unconscious hostility surged in his dark eyes.

The waiter finished setting down the dishes. "Sir, Madam, all your dishes have arrived. Please enjoy your meal."

Quinn: "Thank you!"

...

Once the meal concluded, the three of them walked out of the restaurant together. Miles stepped toward Quinn.

He hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "Are you comfortable at the hotel? Or would you rather go back to Regency..."

Before he could finish, Quinn's icy voice cut him off. "Mr. York, we have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Miles choked on his words, feeling his good intentions were being thrown back in his face.

He was only thinking of her, worried that she was recovering alone with no one to look after her.

And she was outright dismissing him with cold indifference.

"I'm only asking for Luna and Caleb's sake.

"Taking you to Regency Bay last night was entirely for the kids.

"Otherwise, do you really think I'd willingly bring you back there?"

Seeing him get shut down, Ethan's lips curled into a subtle smirk.

Quinn nodded distantly in thanks. "I appreciate it, Mr. York. But I'll handle explaining things to Caleb and Luna. There's no need to trouble yourself."

Ethan handed her coat back to her, gently guiding her by the shoulder. "Quinn, let's head back to the hotel."

Miles stared at their retreating backs, his eyes resembling a dark, freezing pool.

Tristan opened the car door for him, but Miles didn't get in. Instead, he took a step forward and followed them right into the hotel.

Just as the elevator doors chimed open, Quinn turned to Ethan. "Ethan, you should head back. I think I'm going to rest."

At the word 'godmother,' amusement crinkled the corners of Ethan's eyes.

*Godmother? Miles, you'll never know that she isn't just their godmother.*

His tone was light but laced with undeniable mockery. "I'll be taking care of Quinn from now on. You don't need to trouble yourself, *ex-husband*."

Miles detected a strange complexity in his gaze—mockery? It was as if Ethan knew a secret he didn't.

"A good ex-husband should act like he doesn't exist, rather than continuously intruding on her life!"

The words struck Miles squarely in the chest, completely unprompted. A suffocating heaviness tangled with his restrained anger, finally causing him to snap.

"Shut your mouth, Ethan. I don't need you dictating how I do things!"

Seeing Miles's face darken with rage, Ethan raised an eyebrow in distinct pleasure. "Just giving you a friendly tip, ex-husband. Continuing to harass Quinn is only going to make her despise you more."

With that, Ethan curled his lips and walked away.

...

When Miles returned to Regency Bay, he went straight to the small room Quinn had used to stay in. Only here did the hollow emptiness in his chest feel somewhat filled.