Chapter 60 Quinn noticed it.
Quinn swapped his wet shoes for the slippers and shrugged with indifference. "Doesn't matter. The important thing is that I'm in."
His gaze swept over Brooklyn, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you so early. I may not have prepared breakfast. If you're hungry, help yourself to whatever you find in the fridge," Brooklyn offered.
Quinn pursed his lips, tilting his head as he chuckled. "Sebastian is still asleep. You're quite the dutiful wife, Sister-in-law."
His teasing tone caused a flicker of discomfort in Brooklyn, but she chose to ignore it.
"I'll head upstairs first," Brooklyn announced.
"Sure!"
As Brooklyn's figure retreated, Quinn meandered around the living room, taking in his surroundings. This was his first visit to Sebastian's home, and he naturally took note of the layout and furnishings. The elegant minimalism, the luxurious and regal décor—they all appeared to be precious treasures procured from an auction.
The house was undeniably opulent, but what stood out most was the thought and effort the owner had put into its decoration.
Quinn idly picked up a vase from an antique shelf, puzzling over it. He had noticed at the Kingsley family gathering that Sebastian didn't seem particularly interested in Brooklyn. So why had he put so much effort into this house?
Brooklyn pushed open the bedroom door to find Sebastian emerging from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets clung to his body, his wet hair dripping. Her gaze met his, causing her heart to flutter.
"How... how did you..." she stammered.
"I just finished showering. Do you have any questions?" Sebastian replied, running his fingers through his thick, damp hair. As he tousled it, droplets of water flicked off, some landing on her face, seemingly unnoticed by him.
Brooklyn bit her lip, "Nothing. Your brother is downstairs. Aren't you going to see him?"
Sebastian cast her a distant glance, "Of course." With that, he opened the door and made to leave. Brooklyn, in haste, asked, "Are you really going like this?"
Without turning his head, Sebastian replied, "I'm in my home and I'm just meeting my brother. What do you expect me to do?"
His home? His brother? So the only outsider here was her. She needed to tread carefully.
Brooklyn turned her head away, choosing not to press further. Fine, he could do as he pleased.
Descending the stairs with a calm demeanor, Sebastian called out, "Quinn."
Quinn, who had been amusing himself with the antiques, looked up, somewhat surprised to see Sebastian. He shrugged, affecting the air of a petulant child. "You were sleeping and left me outside in the pouring rain for half an hour. Sebastian, you owe me."
Sebastian, half-naked, casually took a seat on the sofa, crossing his long legs in a display of masterful poise. "What do you want as compensation?"
Quinn scrutinized Sebastian's appearance, recalling Brooklyn's robe from earlier, and felt a pang of dissatisfaction. He smiled, "I saw a medieval vase on the antique shelf, and I really liked its color and style. How about you give it to me?"
Sebastian had acquired the vase at an auction for a sum of approximately $14 million, and it held a special place among his treasured collections.
"Sure."
A grin spread across Quinn's face. "Your generosity is indeed commendable. I suppose I can forgive you for this morning."
As their conversation flowed, Brooklyn descended the staircase, freshly dressed. She was clad in a simple beige suit, cinched at the waist with a light red belt that accentuated her figure. The neckline of her outfit was modest, revealing her form without crossing the boundaries of propriety.
Quinn's gaze was drawn to the staircase, captivated by Brooklyn's beauty. Meanwhile, Sebastian, who seemed engrossed in his coffee, caught Quinn's reaction from the corner of his eye.
Sebastian took a casual sip of his coffee, glanced at Brooklyn, and said, "Quinn hasn't had breakfast yet. We'll need breakfast for three today."
Brooklyn responded with a sneer, her voice softening as she replied, "Okay, you two continue your conversation. I'll head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."
They were playing the part of a couple with a harmonious relationship.
Quinn's gaze shifted from Brooklyn's retreating figure, asking nonchalantly, "Does Brooklyn usually prepare breakfast?"
Sebastian nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Yes."
Quinn maintained his composure, but a sense of discomfort stirred within him. The image of Sebastian and Brooklyn sharing breakfast every morning, savoring the meals she prepared, left him feeling as though someone had pilfered his treasure, leaving him hollow and desolate.
Sebastian cast a glance towards the kitchen and remarked, "Brooklyn's cooking is unlike anything the chefs at Kingsley Villa can produce. I trust you won't mind."
She had personally prepared the meal, yet he claimed it wasn't delicious.
Quinn's dissatisfaction grew.
"Impossible! She seems quite adept in the kitchen. I'm sure her culinary skills are top-notch!"
Sebastian offered a slight smile, set down his coffee, and rose from his seat. "I'll go change."
Quinn accompanied him upstairs before returning to the kitchen door.
Leaning against the doorframe, Quinn watched Brooklyn's figure. "Sister-in-law, you and Sebastian seem quite affectionate! But I never sensed that at the Kingsley family gatherings."
Brooklyn was frying eggs, her gaze fixed on the pan. "Really? You could tell?"
Quinn scoffed, "Sister-in-law, do you truly believe I'm oblivious?"
Brooklyn's hand, holding the spatula, froze in mid-air. She bit her lip slightly and asked, "What do you know?"
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