Chapter 34 Warning
Quinn stood silently, his gaze dropping to where his elongated shadow stretched out across the sunlit ground, its form overlapping her feet. The shadow danced and shifted in tandem with his movements, a silent puppeteer's show.
A hearty laugh escaped him as he addressed her, "My dear sister-in-law, must you take everything so seriously?"
He had intended to comment on her cuteness, but the stern expression on Brooklyn's face made him reconsider. He was certain that such a remark would earn him a swift and painful retribution.
"I must," she retorted, "I have an obsession with cleanliness!"
With that, Brooklyn spun on her heel and began to descend the steps, her anger seemingly numbing the pain she felt.
"Sister-in-law, wait!" Quinn called after her, "Let me drive you home!"
"No need!" she shot back.
Unfazed, Quinn continued his pursuit, "Sister-in-law, please don't be angry. Your fierceness wounds my fragile heart."
"Good," she responded curtly.
Despite her cold exterior, Quinn found himself drawn to Brooklyn. He realized that she wasn't as unapproachable as everyone made her out to be. In fact, he found her stubbornness quite endearing.
As he reached out to grab her arm, a voice interrupted, "Mr. Kingsley."
Both Quinn and Brooklyn turned to find Dario standing in front of a sleek, black Bentley, his hands clasped behind his back and a slight smile playing on his lips. Brooklyn quickly sidestepped, avoiding Quinn's grasp.
"Dario," Quinn began, scratching his head, "What brings you here?"
"I heard there was a medical incident involving Mrs. Kingsley," Dario replied, his tone respectful, "I came to check on her."
Quinn chuckled, "Your efficiency leaves much to be desired, Dario. The troublemaker has already departed, and you're just now arriving. Quite negligent, don't you think?"
Dario simply nodded, accepting the criticism, "My apologies. Mrs. Kingsley, if you would please get in the car."
Brooklyn agreed, "Of course, Mr. Klein. Please take me home."
Quinn piped up, "I'll head back as well."
Brooklyn sighed, "You go to your home, Quinn. I'll go to mine. Why must you always stir up trouble?"
As Dario drove, Brooklyn sat quietly in the back seat. Several times, she wanted to ask if Sebastian had sent Dario, but she couldn't find the courage to voice her question.
"We've arrived, Mrs. Kingsley," Dario announced, pulling her from her thoughts.
She blinked in surprise, 'Have we arrived already?'
Dario assisted Brooklyn out of the car. As she looked up at the grand villa before her, she instinctively clenched her lips.
"Rest well, Mrs. Kingsley," Dario advised, "Call me if you need anything."
"Thank you," she replied.
So, Sebastian's concern for her was limited to sending his assistant to check on her? She couldn't help but compare herself to Megan. Whenever Megan was involved, Sebastian personally inquired and handled everything. He wanted to take on everything for her.
Brooklyn pondered over the events of the past three years, a suffocating pain gripping her heart.
Upon entering the house, she slipped into her slippers and turned around, only to freeze in her tracks.
"Megan?"
Incredulity washed over Brooklyn as she found Megan, audaciously ensconced within her own home.
Megan, adorned in a dress of golden yellow, lounged with a certain nonchalance on the plush sofa, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. A half-empty glass of red wine sat on the coffee table, a faint trace of lipstick staining its rim.
Upon Brooklyn's entrance, Megan crossed her arms and reclined further into the sofa, her posture radiating an air of smug superiority.
"Well, Brooklyn, aren't you something?" Megan's voice dripped with disdain, her crimson lips curling into a contemptuous smirk. She regarded Brooklyn with an expression akin to that of a wife who had just discovered her husband's infidelity.
Brooklyn responded with a dismissive snort, casually tossing her handbag onto the sofa. "Megan, you're even more audacious. To think you'd dare to trespass into someone else's home in broad daylight!"
Megan merely smiled in response, her fingers idly swirling the wine in her glass. "I wonder if you've figured it out yet. Whose home is this, really? It's not so clear cut, is it?" She toyed with a key in her hand, flaunting it before Brooklyn.
Shockingly, the familiar keychain belonged to Sebastian!
"Such a shame, this house can't seem to find a proper mistress. Look at it, such a beautiful home, and look what it's become. Brooklyn, your marriage to Sebastian is nothing but a blemish on his life!"
Brooklyn's knuckles whitened as she leaned against a nearby shelf, the weight of her heartache threatening to bring her to her knees. Despite Sebastian's lack of affection, his rejection, and his apparent disdain, this house had always been their sanctuary, untouched by any third party for the past three years.
But now, had she been entirely wiped from Sebastian's heart, her existence reduced to nothing more than a mere afterthought?
She found herself questioning, "Sebastian, just how much do you truly despise me?"
The sensation of her heart being wrenched was almost unbearable. Yet, Brooklyn raised her head, her gaze meeting Megan's with the poise of a true mistress. A faint smile played on her lips as she retorted, "It's a pity that you never even had the chance to become a stain on his life. All you can do is shamelessly present yourself before me.
And Megan, if you wish to keep your past indiscretions under wraps, I suggest you vacate my house within the next minute."
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