The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 152

Quentin turned his head, his cool gaze radiating an oppressive dominance.

A faint smirk touched his lips. "I certainly hope so."

"W-what?"

Before Jenna could process his response, Preston's face darkened into something terrifying.

He strode forward and grabbed Chloe's wrist in a vise-like grip.

The moment his eyes met her icy stare, he forced down his surging anger and spoke with strained patience.

"Chloe, I'm sorry."

"I know you're upset about the plus-one situation. I prepared a separate invitation for Jenna. My only date for tonight was always you."

Chloe let out a mocking scoff. "Doesn't it feel ridiculous saying that out loud, Mr. Hayes?"

Her gaze drifted to Jenna, settling on the perfectly tailored gown that looked entirely custom-made, and the sarcasm in her eyes deepened.

Preston tried to explain, "I thought you didn't like these events, so I..."

"You don't need to explain anything to me."

Chloe yanked her hand out of his grip. "I have zero interest in what you think."

Preston stared at his hand, suspended in mid-air. He stared at it for a long time, the warmth in his eyes draining away into freezing ice.

"You have zero interest in me?"

"Then who are you interested in?"

"Him?"

Chloe acted as if she hadn't heard a word, quickening her pace. She didn't want to stay a second longer.

The snow was falling heavier now, the thick flakes blurring the world around them. Her silhouette gradually faded into the blizzard, and she never looked back once.

Suddenly, Jenna gasped.

"Preston, look! They're heading straight for that RV too!"

"Don't tell me they're trying to see Dr. Sharpe?"

Preston looked up, his gaze cold and haunting.

"Dr. Sharpe won't see..."

Chloe kept her head bowed, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

"Teacher..."

Dr. Sharpe closed the book in her hands. From behind her glasses, her sharp eyes studied Chloe for a long, quiet moment.

Finally, she let out a soft sigh.

"Come sit down."

Chloe cautiously shuffled over, not forgetting to shoot Quentin a fierce glare over her shoulder.

Her eyes practically screamed at him:

"Why didn't you warn me we were coming to see my teacher?!"

Quentin offered a helpless, apologetic smile.

Chloe usually acted completely fearless, but in front of Dr. Sharpe, she was like a mouse cornered by a lion.

If she had known she was going to see Dr. Sharpe, she would have been a nervous wreck for days and definitely wouldn't have stepped onto the RV with such effortless composure.

But then again, it wasn't just Chloe. Even in the highest echelons of politics, very few people could maintain their composure under Dr. Sharpe's chilling, authoritative presence.