Chapter 397 Leaving for a Foreign Country
Quentin returned to the Robinson Family Villa at noon, genuinely angered by Gregory. He needed to calm down, and the best way to do that was to be with Lauren.
Unfortunately, Lauren didn't want to be with him.
"Where's lunch?" Quentin sat at the dining table, waiting for the lunch Lauren was supposed to make.
Lauren frowned, feeling even more displeased. She said, "Quentin, I'm not your chef or your nanny."
Quentin raised an eyebrow, a mysterious light flickering in his deep eyes.
"I know," Quentin said coldly.
He was already in a bad mood and couldn't understand why Lauren was opposing him now.
"If you just want a chef or a nanny, why don't you go find Odette?" Lauren asked, her tone making Quentin's mood plummet. "Odette studied abroad in Switzerland. Her cooking would definitely please Mr. Robinson more. You probably look down on the food made by someone as ordinary as me."
"What's wrong with you, Lauren?" Quentin felt his anger reaching its peak.
Today, Lauren was like a porcupine with its quills up, ready to stab at the slightest touch.
"What's wrong with me?" Lauren laughed in anger. "Quentin, why don't you ask yourself what's wrong with you?"
"Treating my feelings like a toy. I want to ask, is it fun? Have you had enough? Because I'm done." Lauren said coldly, preparing to return to her room, but Quentin picked her up directly.
Quentin ignored Lauren's struggles, carrying her to the room and throwing her onto the bed. Amid Lauren's protests, he roughly tore off her clothes.
This was definitely the most brutal sex Quentin had ever had. Lauren passed out from exhaustion, and only then did Quentin start examining the marks Lauren had left on him, bite marks, nail scratches, some even bleeding.
Was Lauren really so resistant to him?
Had Gregory bewitched her? Or had she truly fallen out of love?
Quentin glanced at the sleeping Lauren. He decided not to return here until he figured things out.
Lauren woke up in the middle of the night, her stomach aching from missing two meals. After cleaning herself up, she went to the kitchen.
Thinking about Quentin's attitude towards her during the day, her desire to cook vanished.
She returned to her room and turned on her phone, seeing nearly twenty missed calls, all from Kimberly.
Lauren rubbed her aching stomach and called back without thinking, only to realize it was the middle of the night when she heard the automated voice. Kimberly must have been asleep.
Lauren's gaze fell on the wooden door, and an idea began to form in her mind.
She needed to escape, to leave Quentin, just like before, and flee abroad.
This time, she would leave Quentin's world completely.
Lauren packed her bags overnight and went to Kimberly's shop early the next morning, planning to have Kimberly and Matthew pack up and go abroad with her.
But she saw the last person she wanted to see.
Odette had been sitting in Kimberly's shop and came up to Lauren as soon as she saw her.
"Lauren, you finally came! I missed you so much!" Odette reverted to her initial cute demeanor, but Lauren was well aware of her true nature.
Lauren had no intention of dealing with Odette. She admitted she couldn't forget Quentin just now, so she didn't want to run into Odette at this moment.
"Lauren, did you know?" Odette said, seeing that Lauren was ignoring her. "Quentin had sex with me again."
Lauren paused.
Why did Odette enjoy hurting her so much?
"Quentin said he still prefers my body." Odette proudly puffed out her chest, even though not a word she said was true. "He also said he's tired of your face."
"Are you here to show off?" Lauren's tone was displeased, her gaze sharp as she stared at Odette.
"Lauren, don't be mad. Men all like younger women. To Quentin, you're too old." Odette laughed, a grating sound that made Lauren even more irritated. "So what?"
"So," Odette's expression changed, her entire demeanor shifting to the arrogant and domineering Odette Lauren was familiar with. "I'm here to laugh at you, as a loser. How does it feel to be toyed with by the Quentin you love? You're so stupid. Did you really think Quentin liked you?"
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Odette continued, "Don't be ridiculous. Look at yourself. Did you really think you could win Quentin's love? And your son, do you really think Quentin spoils him because of you? Don't be so self-absorbed! Quentin only tolerates him because he looks like him. Otherwise, he wouldn't even want to see a child born from you.”
A crisp sound echoed in Kimberly's small shop.
Odette clutched her face. This was the second time Lauren had slapped her.
Lauren rubbed her sore hand, looking at Odette as if she were trash. "Have you said enough, Ms. Foster?"
It was one thing for Odette to insult Lauren, but to speak ill of Matthew was something Lauren could never tolerate.
"You dare hit me?" Odette's eyes widened, her beautiful face twisted in rage, looking like a demon from hell.
"I used to not dare." Lauren thought for a moment and then added, "But now I do. What, do you want another slap?"
"Lauren, do you believe I'll have Quentin blow up your house?" Odette screamed hysterically.
"Are you done? If you are, you can leave now." Lauren was unfazed by Odette's threats, and her mood worsened because Odette mentioned Quentin.
She felt that if Odette didn't leave soon, she might just grab a broom and sweep her out.
"Lauren, you'd better not get too cocky!" Odette gritted her teeth, glaring at Lauren with her beautiful eyes.
It was as if she wasn't the one who came to provoke but the one who was wronged.
Lauren couldn't be bothered to argue with Odette. She just wanted to take Kimberly and Matthew abroad, far away from Quentin, and had no time to deal with Odette.
"Have you said enough? If you have, please leave. You're not welcome here." Lauren issued an eviction order.
She promised that if Odette didn't leave soon, she would definitely be unkind to her.
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