Chapter 425 Lie
Not a hint of sadness.
Lauren thought, even though her eyes betrayed the sadness that contradicted her thoughts.
She could fool others, but she couldn't fool herself.
She knew better than anyone how foolish her thoughts were.
But was there any other way to comfort herself?
"Gregory, maybe you're right. Maybe I don't mean anything to Quentin, not even as much as the women he's had scandals with. But I believe in him. I believe in the happiness he once gave me," Lauren said.
As she spoke, her eyes glistened with tears.
Unfortunately, this didn't make Gregory feel any sympathy.
"I used to think you were smart. Turns out you're even dumber than Odette," Gregory said.
Believe in Quentin? What was there to trust about Quentin?
"Then let me be dumb. Mr. Walker, do you have anything else to say? I'd like to rest now," Lauren issued a dismissal.
"Are you unwilling to believe me?"
Gregory ignored the impatience in Lauren's voice, seemingly unwilling to give up.
"Mr. Walker, you're quite amusing. You don't want others to trust Quentin, yet you crave their trust yourself," Lauren laughed.
She had never seen anyone like him.
Gregory frowned, hesitated for a long time, and finally said.
"Believe what you want. I've told you the situation. When Quentin deceives you, don't come crying to me."
Lauren didn't respond. She watched Gregory leave, then continued eating her overly lavish dinner.
"Miss Walker, was that man just now in love with you?" The freckled maid bent down and whispered in Lauren's ear.
The question made Lauren shiver.
She had been confessed to by Gregory before, but she knew very well that Gregory's feelings for her were not pure.
She didn't want any misunderstandings.
"No, don't overthink it," Lauren said.
"But he seems to care about you, even though he said some unfriendly things about Mr. Robinson."
Lauren couldn't help but frown.
Gregory was trying to deceive her, so why did the maids see it as a concern?
Shouldn't they be angry at someone who slandered Quentin?
Who was their real benefactor here?
Lauren couldn't help but wonder.
After dinner, Lauren went to the rooftop balcony.
The night view was nice, and despite the villa being in the suburbs, she could see the city lights.
The city and the stars met, each boasting its brightness.
Lauren leaned on the balcony railing. The night wind was strong, blowing past her ears like a mischievous child, making her hair messy.
"Quentin."
Lauren whispered the name, her eyes filled with endless tenderness and sadness.
She had devoted her youth to Quentin, along with all her gentleness.
But had he ever truly seen her?
Lauren didn't know.
She recalled the moments she shared with Quentin. It seemed that every time Quentin was protecting her, helping her, she seemed to hurt Quentin every time.
During the Wendy incident, she caused Quentin to be burned by acid, then used Jessica to make Quentin give up on competing with Matthew.
Had she hurt Quentin so many times that he started to retaliate?
But if that were the case, why did Quentin kiss her? Why did he hold her in his arms while she slept?
If it wasn't the case, why did Quentin help Odette? Was it because Odette held a more important place in Quentin's heart?
Did Lauren and Matthew together not compare to one Odette?
Lauren sighed.
What should she do next?
The freckled maid quietly approached her from behind, her eyes flashing with a sinister light.
She reached out, intending to push Lauren off the balcony.
To cause an accident.
This was the instruction Gregory had given her before he left.
"So cold."
Lauren sneezed, then rubbed her nose and turned around, avoiding the accident.
"Miss Walker, you should go back and rest. If you catch a cold, Mr. Robinson will be worried."
The freckled maid's outstretched hand shifted to Lauren's shoulder.
"Alright." Lauren nodded and followed the freckled maid back to her room.
'There will be other opportunities.' The freckled maid thought.
After the movie, Quentin dropped Odette off at her house.
"Quentin, can you stay?" Odette blinked, holding Quentin's hand.
"No," Quentin refused without hesitation.
He knew exactly what Odette wanted, but he didn't want it.
"Why?" Odette showed a disappointed expression, hiding resentment behind it.
She believed Quentin's reason for not staying was Lauren.
"No reason," Quentin said coldly, pulling his hand away from Odette's.
He had spent enough time with Odette today, going to see Olive and watching a movie.
Any more time, and he couldn't take it.
"Is it because of Lauren?" Odette gritted her teeth, squeezing out the name with a tone that wished to crush it.
"No," Quentin replied.
It truly wasn't because of Lauren. It was his reason; he didn't want to be with Odette, at least not today.
That was all.
"Quentin, I don't understand. How am I not better than Lauren?" Odette squeezed out tears.
She was convinced Quentin was lying.
It had to be that little witch Lauren. Otherwise, why would Quentin be so fixated on her?
Odette's words made Quentin frown. He didn't like Odette acting this way.
Though he didn't like Odette in any other way either.
"It has nothing to do with Lauren," Quentin said honestly.
He had no patience left for Odette. His patience had lasted this long only because he had seen Lauren today, so he was in a good mood.
Otherwise, he would have dragged Odette away when she was rude to Olive.
"Quentin, you're speaking for her?" Odette laughed, and as she laughed, tears fell.
She had known since childhood that a woman's tears were precious, and men were willing to pay for them, especially for a beautiful woman.
Odette knew how to use her tears to gain sympathy and affection.
Unfortunately, Quentin didn't feel any sympathy for her tears; instead, he felt even worse.
"Do you know what Lauren said when she was kidnapped?" Odette asked, tears streaming down her face.
She had already prepared a lie in her mind.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
