Chapter 1283

Quincy coldly pushed her away, and Tiffany fell back onto the bed with a muffled groan. If he hadn’t held back a bit, she might have ended up on the floor instead of the bed.

“I told you already, I’m not interested in any other woman,” Quincy said, his voice icy as he left the words hanging in the air.

He walked toward the door and gripped the handle. His brows furrowed as he turned it, again and again, but the door wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be locked from the outside.

Behind him, he heard soft sobs. He turned back and, seeing that Tiffany might also be a victim in all of this, his expression softened slightly. “You can take a cold shower if it helps.”

Tiffany looked up with teary, red eyes. “I don’t have any clothes to change into.”

Quincy paused, sighed internally, and said, “...Then never mind.”

There wasn’t anything he could offer her to wear, and giving her his own clothes would be inappropriate.

Meanwhile, Lydia was outside the building, having climbed several flights