Chapter 714

Their car soon arrived at Saunders Mansion and Quinn alighted.

Sam stayed inside, looking like he had no intention of moving.

"Not getting out?" Quinn asked.

"Nope."

"Not going in?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'?" Sam asked in return.

Quinn simply stood there, watching him.

He rolled his eyes and growled impatiently, "I was in prison for three years, Quinn Summer. That means three years without action—what do you think I want to do most after getting out?"

"Aren't I enough?" Quinn asked.

Sam glowered right then, but she simply continued, demanding, "Are the women out there that much better? Do I sicken you that much? Are my breasts too small or my hips too wide?"

"I don't need anyone who's forcing themselves to do something they don't like."

"Did I ever say I was forcing myself?"

"Quinn Summer!" Sam flew into a rage right then.

His poor temper never changed—and it probably never would, no matter how much time had passed or whatever he went through.

Even after