Chapter 293

Noelle was aware that Xyla was once again playing on Quentin's heartstrings. Sadly, it always seemed to work without fail.

"It's getting late. You should get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow."

All of a sudden, she felt a surge of compassion for the man in front of her. There was nothing wrong with his good-hearted nature; the real problem stemmed from Xyla's wickedness.

Quentin took her advice and drifted off to sleep.

…

The next morning, she woke up and found him propped up on one elbow, his obsidian-like eyes staring at her unblinkingly. Noelle gasped. "What the hell are you doing?"

Quentin grinned and looked especially charming on such a bright morning. "Nothing. I was just looking at you." He looked refreshed.

He got out of bed. "Come with me to the cemetery later to visit Xyla's brother, Elle. I've been wanting to introduce you to him for a while now!"

It seemed like he had completely forgotten about what he had said the night before—how he wished he hadn't b