Chapter 82
I remained silent, unable to say anything in response. Despite what he thought he was alluding to, that didn’t make him free of any of the blame.
A part of me did blame Quentin, Askhan and Haelor. If they had taken the initiative back then, I wouldn’t have chosen Jack. Their decision to stay on the side lines lead to things taking the turn that they did now.
Quentin dropped me before the bathroom. I sent him another glance before making my way in and shutting the door behind me.
“Don’t move a single step.”
I warned, knowing Quentin was one to do as he pleased. He chuckled from behind the door. As he spoke, I could hear his voice was much closer than before now.
The door slowly slid open and he gingerly walked in. There was a desire in his eyes as he
watched me.
“I haven’t found a mate.” He said breathlessly.
I stared at him inquisitively. “And? What does that have to do with anything?”
“You’re a single she–wolf with kids. I don’t think there’s any problems.” Quentin took a step
closer.
“What problems?” I asked in confusion. “I have no idea what you mean.”
He blew out a breath. “I’m saying, it’s okay to be intimate.”
I stared at him, my eyes narrowing down on instinct. “You’re not really going to bathe me,
are you?”
He cocked his head to the side, an amused smile playing on his lips. When he took another
step closer, I knew he wasn’t playing around.
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I stepped back. “I’m warning you. You take another step closer and I’ll break your nose.”
*ite simply chuckled, before making his way to the tub. He reached out a hand to me and pulled me closer.
With a sly grin on his face, he lowered me into the tub now. I held onto the robe tightly, the only thing that was keeping me from being fully naked before me.
Quentin hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Done with your little
act?”
frowned. “What act?”
“Not pretending to be vulnerable anymore, are we?” He chuckled. “You still can’t turn into a
wolf?”
My breath hitched as I continued to watch him. I never knew Quentin would have this side
to him. A mischievous side that was a complete contrast to his always calm demeanour.
Quentin leaned close, his hot breath fanning against my neck. All I was aware of was his scent that seemed to fill up the whole room.
He kissed my hair lightly, his body barely pressed against mine. Despite this, I could still
feel the warmth coming from his body.
“I’ll wait outside.” He finally said, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
With that, he stepped out of the tub and made his way out of the tub. He shut the door
without another word, leaving me alone in the bathtub. My cheeks felt oddly warm and
didn’t need to see a mirror to know I was blushing.
I let out a breath and grabbed some soap. Minutes later. I was done with my bath. I grabbed
a towel and wrapped it around my body.
Was Quentin still outside? Then it hit me. it wasn’t just the computer I had to worry about. There were still some other papers in the bedroom beside the computer.
It contained some plans and other operations to be executed by the Ghost Pack. If Quentin
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were to find them…I didn’t want to think on what the aftermath of that would be.
dropped all my skin care products without so much as bathing an eye. The effect came immediately. Quentin rushed into the bathroom, his eyes full of concern and urgency.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes running over my body and examining me to make sure I was alright. “Are you alright?”
My shoulders trembled as I looked around at the whole place fearfully. His eyes flicked over mine, noting how scared I was.
took a step backward, exclaiming out of fear again. This was all it took for him to close the distance between us.
In the wet bathroom, I was standing before a mirror, wrapped in nothing but my towel with Quentin staring at me with a look of worry in his eyes.
I turned to Quentin, staring at him with innocent doe eyes. He swallowed, watching me carefully while a cloud of something else lingered behind his eyes.
‘What’s wrong, Melanie?” he asked. “I heard you scream.”
“I–I don’t know.” I stuttered, hugging myself while my shoulders trembled lightly.
Quentin’s eyes drifted to my exposed shoulders and down to my bare legs. Seconds later,
they raised back up to meet mine.
“I feel better now,” I admitted. “With you here that is.”
“Oh yeah?” His mind seemed to be far away as his eyes remained fixed on my lips.
I inched closer to him, acutely aware of how his scent seemed to have changed. It wasn’t hard for me to make sense of the look in his eyes.
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