The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 108

"Yeah," Quentin stepped out of the elevator. "But I don't need to lift a finger. They've got enough trouble on their hands right now. Today..."

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Chloe hadn't followed him out. He looked back at her. "What's wrong?"

Chloe had just been blindly following Quentin the whole way, only now realizing this wasn't her floor.

"I'm on the wrong floor."

Quentin said calmly, "Didn't you say you were going to treat me to a meal?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah." Quentin pushed his door open and pulled out a brand-new pair of pink slippers. "I already bought the groceries."

"Are you sure?" Chloe paused. "Did you forget how terrible my cooking is?"

There was a period back then when she became suddenly obsessed with cooking.

She had followed a recipe to make a bunch of dishes and excitedly brought them to the Sterling Interpretation Institute to share with everyone.

The result was a unanimous conclusion—

"The kitchen is not the place for you!"

She had been dejectedly planning to use the food to feed stray animals after work, only to find her lunchboxes suddenly empty.

To this day, she still didn't know which brave soul had eaten it all.

While she was lost in thought, Quentin's voice broke the silence.

"I actually think your cooking is pretty good."

"You're brave." Chloe gave him a thumbs up. "If you dare to eat it, I dare to cook it!"

Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, her wrist was gently caught.

"You sit and rest. I'll prep the food, you just stand by and teach me."

Chloe paused. "But aren't I supposed to be treating you..."

Her faint, fresh scent lingered right at the tip of his nose. Just as he was about to inhale deeply, she pulled her hands away, and her laugh rang out:

"Haha! Looks great!"

Looking at him, Chloe suddenly remembered something. "By the way, what trouble were you talking about with Jenna outside the elevator?"

Quentin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, his tone very subdued:

"Gabriel White called earlier. Jeremiah Gordon has already been sentenced. With all the charges combined, he got seven years."

"Seven years?" Chloe was shocked, unsure for a moment whether she should praise Gabriel's skill or curse just how many awful things Jeremiah must have done over the years.

Quentin continued, "Before he went to prison, he kept struggling and shouting that he needed to see Preston, claiming he had something important to tell him."

"The court passed the message along, but who knows if Preston will actually go."

Chloe let out a soft sneer. "He'll definitely go."