She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 65

Miles tugged at his collar, a heavy knot of frustration building in his chest. "Quinn, Grandma refuses to let us end the contract marriage early."

Quinn gasped in shock. "Why?"

Miles was utterly infuriated by her look of surprise, which was genuinely mixed with a trace of disappointment.

He pressed his lips into a tight, frog-like line, his handsome face turning thunderous.

The interior of the car plummeted into a suffocating, heavy silence.

When he didn't speak, Quinn grew frantic. "Miles, couldn't you and your mother convince her?"

Miles's gaze deepened dramatically. He stared right at her, a cold sneer curving his lips.

"Quinn, you're overacting."

"Overacting? Miles, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Miles spoke with icy detachment. "Quinn, there are three months left on the contract. Grandma said she will only allow us to get the divorce if both of us still insist on it after three months."

Quinn's heart leaped into her throat before crashing violently into the floor, shattering into pieces.

She had to wait another three months?

Caleb and Luna couldn't afford to wait that long. They needed to start preschool.

Did this mean they had to stay hidden in Sterling City for another three months?

Absolutely not.

Every extra day Caleb and Luna stayed in Sterling City increased the risk of the York family discovering them. It was a gamble she couldn't take.

Those two children were her entire world; she couldn't let anything happen to them.

She softened her tone, trying to negotiate. "Miles, if Grandma disagrees, can't we just... get the divorce secretly and not tell her?"

Miles leveled a dark, calculating stare at her, looking slightly surprised and deeply skeptical.

"Quinn, do you really think I don't want to finalize this divorce immediately? Grandma already anticipated that idea and issued a strict warning against it."

Tristan Vance hit the brakes, slowing the car down. "Ms. Avery, I can't stop here. I need to pull over at the next intersection."

Miles shot her a sideways glare. "Quinn, what are you trying to pull now?"

"You can't stop here? Then which bastard kicked me out of the car in this exact spot that night?"

All the suffocating rage inside Quinn finally found an outlet. Looking out the window, she realized they were in the exact spot where this master-servant duo had abandoned her on the road.

The memory of walking alone in the dark, trekking over the hills, and enduring all that humiliation made her blood boil, and she hurled the curse word right at his face.

Miles's face turned as black as soot. It felt like this woman was pointing right at his nose and calling him a bastard.

The veins on his forehead bulged as he fiercely clamped down on his blazing fury.

"Vulgar! Quinn, do a woman like you really think..."

Quinn glared at him, her eyes burning. "Think what? Miles, do you think you're some kind of god? Do you expect everyone to grovel at your feet, smile at you, flatter you, and obey your every command?"

Miles's brows knitted together so tightly they could have crushed a rock.