She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 96

His handsome face clouded with fury. No wonder she had looked so thrilled taking that call in the hospital corridor—some middle-aged sugar daddy had flown her out for a vacation!

And it seemed Jack was now lying to his face too. Unbelievable.

Quinn's head was spinning and her vision was blurry, but she could still make out his general silhouette.

"Miles... what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Heh..."

Miles's expression was as dark as a starless night. Without giving her a chance to speak, he grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the car.

He shoved her into the back seat, climbed in beside her, and barked at Hunter, "Drive!"

Sensing his boss's murderous mood, Hunter didn't dare glance in the rearview mirror as he immediately hit the gas.

Quinn slumped against the door, tugging at the collar of her sweater. She felt feverishly hot and her head was throbbing. It was her first time drinking foreign liquor, and her body was violently rejecting it.

"So hot..."

Hearing her mumble, Hunter discreetly turned the AC down another notch.

The temperature in the car was already freezing thanks to Miles's icy rage—Hunter was practically shivering, yet Quinn was still complaining about the heat?

As the car took a sharp turn, Quinn tumbled sideways, landing squarely against Miles's shoulder. He shoved her away with a look of utter disgust.

Radiating a cold, oppressive energy, his dark, piercing eyes raked over her, trying to determine if she was feigning drunkenness just to throw herself at him.

But the woman next to him had her eyes half-closed, weakly begging for a drink.

"Water..."

"Boss, there's Evian water in the side door," Hunter offered.

Miles shot him a death glare, and Hunter immediately flinched into silence.

Still deeply concerned, Eleanor called again. Quinn blindly patted around for her phone.

Miles snatched the device first and answered the call. Eleanor's frantic, somewhat deep voice came through the speaker. "Quinn, where are you?"

A woman?

Met with dead silence, Eleanor demanded, "Put Quinn on the phone right now, or I'm calling the cops! Are you kidnapping her?!"

Miles had just reined in his hostility, but the threat of the police caused his domineering fury to flare up like a drawn sword, sharp enough to cut through the line.

"I am her legal husband. Is a husband taking his wife home considered kidnapping?"

Eleanor's eyes bulged, her jaw practically hitting the floor. Quinn... was married?!

Before she could squeak out another word, the line went dead.

Miles stared at Quinn, who was now dead to the world in the backseat, his predatory gaze colder than winter ice.

He honestly had no idea why he had dragged her into the car.

He should have just let her pass out in the gutter. This woman constantly defied his warnings, and now she had the nerve to sneak out of the country?

If he hadn't spotted her tonight, God only knew what would have happened to her.