It was very late in the night when Sam finally returned home, the stench of alcohol swirling around him.However, he opened his room to find Quinn sitting there, waiting for him.He checked the time—twice, but it was definitely 2:30am, and he even had to send a drunken Jay home before coming back.So what was Quinn doing here, instead of sleeping in her own room?!She was an early riser just like his parents, which was why they slept in different rooms.Their parents forbade it at first, but he returned so late that Quinn's sleep cycle was severely affected, so they had to give in.In their parents' eyes, he was a lost cause; they could never hope for him to change."Did you have the wrong room?" Sam scoffed, raising a brow and sneering. "My brother's room is next door."Quinn's face dropped, but she quickly hid it.His mouth had always been that foul, so there was nothing to get upset about.She remained there, and Sam frowned in turn. "Aren't you going to move?" Snorting,
Quinn pulled her dainty hand out from beneath Sam’s bathrobe, but when she turned to get the lights, Sam suddenly scooped her up in his arms.Quinn was startled—he was over six foot tall and a behemoth to her, and it felt like he could crush her when he was on top of her.As he started leaning towards her lips, she suddenly turned away, avoiding his touch, leaving him frowning."What's this? Trying to be slut and saint at the same time?" Sam scoffed. "You don't kiss to make children," Quinn retorted. "So we're just mating?""Procreating," Quinn said, trying to make it sound nicer."Fuck that!" Sam bellowed, shaking with rage as he got off her. "You love Ryan, don't you? Go have his kid instead! It'd be a child of the Saunders family anyway, so it doesn't matter!""Sam—""I'm telling you, Quinn," he snarled. "I'm not that desperate. I'm not interested in a piece of wood like you, so get out."Quinn sighed, exhausted—she was used to Sam throwing a fit from time to time.But
Quinn was left staring at Ryan, unable to react.He continued to explain, "My superiors also arranged it so that I could stay at North City indefinitely, so I won't be going abroad. I might be traveling to the headquarters in the capital occasionally, though.""That's good. You'd be working close from home," Quinn replied with a small smile."I…""It's late, Ryan. Get some rest," she said softly. "...Okay," Ryan murmured, refraining from saying what he intended to say. Quinn returned to her bed, but she couldn’t sleep despite her fatigue.All sorts of messy thoughts would appear in her mind even if she closed her eyes, leaving her annoyed. She hence stared at the ceiling until daybreak, and washed up to go to work like she usually did.The rest of the family were at the dining table and having breakfast. Syd Collins, the girl Ryan had brought along was, there with them, but Sam wasn’t since he usually woke up past noon. "I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding. I thought
[What?!]Quinn could feel Zoe’s surprise even from the other end.There was a long pause before Zoe added: [You're not really sucking up to that dirtbag, are you?][Not entirely.][That's better.][His parents want us to have a child.][…That's why you're trying to suit his tastes?][The Saunders have always been nice to me.][Really?!] Zoe was speechless, but Quinn did not bother to explain. She was just convinced that if she could accept it, resistance was unnecessary.Still, Zoe suddenly changed the subject. [I heard from Bob that Ryan's back.]Quinn replied: [Yeah. He just touched down yesterday and attended Sam's birthday.][And you…][I'm over him. I'm not lying. Sure, I'd feel the occasional emotion, but time really seems to mend everything. There are times when I feel stressed, but I'm somehow very calm when I face him directly.][Does time really change everything?]Zoe's question was posed to Quinn as much as to herself. Quinn replied earnestly: [Well, that'
In the four-man chat group, Bob suddenly sent a text that read: [Why did my girlfriend do this…]He went into elaborate detail, but deleted it in less than text seconds—he was going to send it to Sam, but his fingers slipped!Sam saw it anyway, and promptly replied in the chat group: [What's the point of deleting it, Bob? I already saw it.]Bob didn’t reply, and instead added: [And what else could the point be? To scorn you.] He even pinged Bob multiple times, leaving Bob speechless.Bob in turn texted Sam privately: [It's just a mistake! Could you stop spamming the chat group?!][Oh, so you just wanted to save face?]Speechless, Bob decided to admit: [It's just…things haven't gone that far with me and my girlfriend.][For real?! No way! What are you, a virgin? You're an adult—not a high-schooler!][You don't understand our love. Do you think everyone thinks with their balls like you?][The point is she's hinting at you to get to it, you monster.][You told me that chicks h
It hurt, but it somehow seemed more than that."You can sleep with me all you want. Like, right now," Sam said, deliberately harassing Quinn. After all, he was sick of how she was always so stiff around him. Quinn was naturally scowling, upset with his perverted tendencies. She wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face. The man certainly deserved every insult Zoe had ever thrown at him.Quinn took a deep breath and told herself to calm down…and that was when the door suddenly opened, wide."Quinn…oh!" Syd yelped when she saw Quinn on Sam's lap, and Ryan was standing right behind her.Quinn quickly sprang to her feet, surprised by the sudden intrusion.Sam's fingers were twitching, but he was otherwise much calmer than Quinn. Looking up at the pair standing at the doorway, he said, "There's nothing surprising about a married couple getting frisky."However, Quinn felt thoroughly embarrassed even as she stood beside Sam. She was supposed to be a lawyer, and her
Quinn’s tears trickled down her cheeks and landed gently on the floor. She didn’t remember how long it had been since she cried—she had become accepting of many things as she aged.That was certainly the case when she remained nonchalant, despite Sam throwing her out of his room.But at that very moment, the sense of humiliation cut her to the quick; she was overwhelmed endlessly by the disgrace and denial of dignity.She really, really hated Sam… She hated him ever since they were children! -Jay was woken up by a call, asking to confirm a filming session later that day.His career hadn’t been affected much despite his departure from the Levine family—they were certainly much nicer to him than Zoe ever was.Still, he couldn’t fall asleep after being woken, and he felt a throbbing headache that hurt terribly.Alcohol was terrible. Period. It couldn't even help you forget your pain. In fact, it made the agony worse! He lay in bed and checked the group chat, and saw Bob an
Jay watched as Zoe headed to the distance, and smiled wistfully.It seemed he was the only one who couldn’t get over the past.As he rose to his feet, his whole body seemed frozen stiff.He thought about leaving, but for some reason, he was following Zoe instead, keeping a distance between them as he did.It was very cold and very late, so there weren’t many others on the streets. Zoe was alone…so it was dangerous for her. Zoe didn’t notice she was being followed, since her only thought was to have her apple pie and head back.Soon, she arrived at the stall and made an order. The owner asked her, "Your boyfriend's not with you today?""He's busy," she replied, keeping her head lowered.Even if she was canceled, she was still a public figure. Thus, she didn’t want to be recognized. "You know, your boyfriend’s really nice," the owner chuckled. "He came by this one time, and was worried it'd get cold before he got home, so he kept it under his clothes. Surely you know how hot