The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 140

Maybe it was because she hadn't seen him in days, but this version of Quentin felt almost unfamiliar to Chloe.

She walked up to him. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Just got here."

His gaze fell on her as he magically produced a single flower and held it out.

It was a vibrant sunflower.

The warm, golden petals were soft and fully bloomed, carrying a faint, clean scent.

Chloe paused, looking at him in confusion.

"I ran into a little girl selling flowers on the side of the road," Quentin explained smoothly.

Chloe took it. "Oh..."

The next second, he opened the car door for her.

An absolute explosion of flowers greeted her, filling the entire backseat. The sheer burst of color and life instantly washed away the suffocating gloom she had been drowning in for days.

"Also, congratulations."

He handed her a document folder.

Chloe took it. One glance was all it took for her eyes to light up, her heart hammering in her chest.

An uncontrollable wave of pure joy washed over her.

It was her UN employment contract.

Even though the role was just an assistant interpreter, it was her doorway to a brand new life—a chance to finally embrace freedom.

In that moment, the fantasies she had clung to during her darkest days were finally taking physical shape.

She was truly going back to the career she loved.

"Remember to bring it to your interview, Chloe. I'm wishing you the best of luck in advance."

"I will!" Chloe nodded vigorously, her eyes stinging with tears. "Quentin, thank you so much!"

"Don't thank me," he replied softly. "I'm the lucky one getting Caroline Monet to be my assistant."

Sitting in the car, completely surrounded by flowers, Chloe couldn't help but picture what her future would look like. For the first time in years, she radiated a vibrant, genuine glow.

The Tulip Gown featured elegant, interwoven vines, with thick, luxurious silk threads bringing the pink blooms and green branches to life in stunning 3D embroidery, radiating a timeless elegance.

The boutique owner noticed her staring and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, that piece isn't for sale."

Chloe snapped back to reality. "That's fine. It's just gorgeous."

For some reason, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when looking at it.

The owner studied her and added, "You have incredible taste, miss. That's an original design by Mr. Sylvain. It's the only one of its kind in the world."

"Mr. Sylvain?"

Chloe was genuinely surprised.

She had heard the name before; he was a living legend in the fashion industry, so reclusive he practically only existed in rumors.

Seeing his actual work in person filled her with a deep sense of reverence.

The owner kept staring at Chloe, the realization dawning on her that the dress seemed as though it had been tailor-made for the woman standing before her. Their auras matched perfectly—gentle yet striking, understated but hiding a sharp brilliance.

"Wait right here, miss. Let me give Mr. Sylvain a call."