She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 92

By the time he reached her, Quinn had already put her mask back on.

Seeing the tall, familiar figure standing before her, she froze for a split second.

But she quickly regained her composure and turned to walk the other way.

He called out, stopping her in her tracks. "Wait a moment, please."

Quinn tensed up. Did he recognize her?

He shouldn't have. She instinctively touched the mask on her face—it was straight, so there was no way Miles could tell it was her.

"Quinn?"

His deep, resonant voice carried a hint of suspicion as his gaze bore into her, silently analyzing her features.

Quinn's heart skipped a beat, a flash of panic crossing her eyes.

Thankfully, the dim night lighting provided enough cover to keep her from giving herself away.

Realizing he was just testing the waters, she quickly steadied her nerves, radiating a cold, distant aura as she replied in English.

"Pardon? Sir, I don't get it."

Seeing her speak flawless English, noting that her voice sounded different, and observing her elegant, aloof demeanor, Miles wavered.

Miles offered a polite apology. "Pardon me, you look like someone I know."

Yet his gaze continued to scrutinize her. Was she really not Quinn?

Their figures were so similar, and her luminous skin matched perfectly.

He suddenly felt an intense curiosity about the features hidden beneath that butterfly mask.

He tried to get a better look at her eyes, but the woman seemed reluctant to endure his stare and kept her gaze lowered.

"So you mistook me for someone else, sir."

(You have the wrong person.)

Miles replied apologetically, "Sorry."

Still unwilling to drop it, he asked, "Could you take off your mask?"

(Could you take it off?)

Quinn flatly refused. "I'm afraid I can't."

(No.)

Her tone dripped with icy detachment. "That's asking too much."

(It's inappropriate.)

"Sorry, I just..." Miles started.

He wanted to say more, but Quinn cut him off.

"Excuse me."

Quinn found him vaguely familiar and couldn't help but look at him a second time, though she couldn't place where she had seen him before.

Perhaps noticing her lingering stare, the man seemed slightly displeased.

"Thank you!"

Unsure of his nationality, she offered her thanks again, this time in her native tongue.

The handsome man replied politely, though his tone carried a faint, cool distance.

"You speak the same language."

"Yes, it's a small world."

Quinn smiled softly, her mood lifting slightly at meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign land.

"Quinn, Mr. Sinclair needs you."

Eleanor had come out looking for her and hurried over when she spotted her nearby.

"I'll be right there, Eleanor."

"Excuse me."

Quinn gave the gentleman a polite nod and walked away.

She completely missed how the man beside her froze the second he heard the name 'Quinn'. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his dark eyes fixed intensely on her retreating figure, lingering long after she had gone.