Chapter 422 Quentin's Heart
Lauren shivered. There was no mistaking that voice.
Quentin.
Why was he back again?
Lauren instinctively shifted her chair to the side.
She wasn't used to Quentin's sudden appearances; they always made her heart race.
She couldn't tell if it was from fear or something else.
"I overslept today," Lauren said, trying to cover for the maids so Quentin wouldn't scold them.
Quentin glanced at the freckled maid, his eyes flashing with an unreadable expression.
He remembered that maid. She always took good care of Lauren.
She had told him over the phone that Lauren wasn't eating or drinking, but now it seemed that wasn't true.
While it was better this way, if the maid had used his concern for Lauren to buy time, that was a different story.
"Miss Walker didn't eat yesterday," the maid tried to explain.
She was indeed stalling for Gregory, but she had no intention of blowing her cover.
After all, she was quite enjoying this undercover game.
"Why didn't you eat?" Quentin asked.
Was it because he had helped Odette, and Lauren was upset?
Quentin thought about it.
He didn't think Lauren would go on a hunger strike over something so trivial.
"No appetite," Lauren said truthfully.
But she didn't dare tell Quentin that. She was afraid of hearing disdain from his mouth.
Quentin remained unchanged, while Lauren transformed, had too many chains named Quentin on her body and heart, and they were so heavy she could barely breathe.
Quentin frowned, seemingly thinking of something.
His cold gaze swept over the maids in the dining room as he asked icily, "Did my words go in one ear and out the other? I told you to take good care of Lauren, and she doesn't eat or drink?"
Though it was phrased as a question, Quentin's tone didn't sound like one.
He was like a judge pronouncing the maids' behavior
The maids didn't dare make a sound.
They thought Quentin was deeply in love with Odette and that Lauren was just a mistress who would be kicked out sooner or later.
But now it seemed the relationship between these three wasn't so simple.
"Go to Peter and get your paychecks. You're all fired!" Quentin said flatly.
He didn't need disobedient people, especially those who couldn't take good care of Lauren.
The maids in the dining room lamented their bad luck and grumbled about the maids who weren't there.
They wanted to tell Quentin what the others had done, especially that freckled woman.
She even poisoned the food!
But in the end, they didn't dare.
Few people dared to complain to Quentin when he was in a bad mood.
They were just maids; their status couldn't compare to Lauren and Odette, and they couldn't outwit the freckled maid.
They could only lament their fate.
Lauren glanced at Quentin, not understanding why he did what he did.
Quentin already had Odette, so why was he getting angry because of her?
Lauren knew Quentin wasn't the type to be fickle, so she couldn't understand why he was doing this.
Who would imprison their ex and make sure they were well taken care of?
Lauren could never figure out Quentin's thoughts.
She wished Quentin loved her, wished Odette was the mistress people gossiped about, wished Quentin and Odette's marriage was just a charade.
Lauren wished all these things were true, but she didn't know.
Quentin noticed Lauren's gaze. Her eyes made his heart ache.
Just wait a little longer, he thought.
Once Kimberly and Matthew were rescued, he would make sure Odette and Gregory got what they deserved.
Lauren's lips were pale, and dark circles hung heavily under her eyes. She looked exhausted.
"Take good care of her," Quentin said before leaving.
He couldn't stay here too long.
Lauren's eyes dimmed. She couldn't understand Quentin's heart.
"Miss Walker, this breakfast is cold. Let me make you a new one," one of the maids who had overheard everything in the living room offered.
Their tone made Lauren almost feel like she wasn't a mistress being held captive, but a daughter of some prestigious family.
Before Quentin came, these maids didn't treat her like this.
Quentin's influence was indeed powerful.
Quentin returned to Robinson Conglomerate, and sure enough, Odette was sitting in his office.
When she saw him, she came up to him.
"Quentin, where did you go? I missed you!"
"Had some business to take care of," Quentin said. He certainly wasn't going to tell Odette he had gone to see Lauren.
Quentin didn't want to say more, and Odette didn't dare ask further.
She rolled her eyes and asked the question she had been wanting to ask.
"Quentin, where do you think we should take our wedding photos?"
She wanted to make the decision herself, but knew Quentin didn't like others making decisions for him, especially ones that involved him.
"Up to you," Quentin said, giving Odette the answer she wanted to hear.
He knew saying that would make her happy.
Unlike with Lauren, wedding photos weren't a significant part of his marriage with Odette, so he didn't see the need to waste time on it.
After all, the bride wasn't Lauren.
"Up to me?" Odette pointed at herself, feigning surprise.
"Yes," Quentin said, not bothering to expose her act.
"Let me think," Odette pretended to ponder, then after a moment, she acted like she had an idea.
"The villa! Quentin, let's take them to the villa where you met Lauren last time."
"Okay," Quentin agreed.
He knew Odette's scheme.
Suggesting the villa was a move to provoke Lauren.
Quentin didn't expose her, and Odette quickly added, "Don't misunderstand, Quentin. It's because the villa is beautifully decorated, not because Lauren is there!"
The explanation sounded a bit too forced.
Quentin didn't respond, just watched Odette continue her performance.
"Oh, Quentin! Let's go buy the wedding dress next, okay?" Odette suggested.
"I know you're acquainted with the famous Olive! Let's get a custom dress from her, okay?"
Quentin's gaze deepened.
Had Odette been investigating him?
"Up to you," Quentin said flatly.
He was indeed annoyed by being investigated, but given the current situation, it wasn't worth blowing his cover and ruining everything over this small matter.
He would have time to deal with Odette later and time to settle the score with her.
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