The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 697

Jeanette’s voice was pinched and affected, every smile and frown mimicking the girls from those elite finishing schools.

She tossed her hair with what she clearly thought was irresistible charm.

“Quentin, can I stay here tonight?” Her gaze was fixed on him, wide-eyed and pleading.

Quentin’s expression was on the verge of cracking.

A moment ago, he’d merely assumed Jeanette had too much to drink and was acting out of sorts, but now, hearing those words, his eyes chilled with sudden clarity.

He spoke, his tone edged with warning. “Ms. Iverson, I think you’re forgetting—Theo is your boyfriend.”

Jeanette swallowed her fear, mustering her courage to reach out, palm pressed against his chest.

“Quentin, you’ve got it all wrong. There’s nothing between me and Theo, I swear. I don’t have any feelings for him.”

Quentin couldn’t help a bitter laugh. “That so? I heard you’ve been living at Theo’s ever since your family ran into trouble. Just the two of you, alone under one roof—you really expect me to believe nothing happened?”

Jeanette forced a few tears, brows knit in distress. “Quentin, you’re mistaken. I only stayed at Theo’s because my father is Mr. Talbot’s brother—Theo was just taking pity on me, that’s all. It had nothing to do with romance.”

She looked him dead in the eye, trying her best to sound sincere. “Quentin, the truth is… the person I’ve always liked is you.”

“From the very first time I met you, Quentin, I couldn’t help myself.”

She really was putting on a show. Quentin let out a short, mocking laugh.

Did she think he was an idiot? Maybe another guy would’ve been fooled, but Quentin had dealt with more than his fair share of women over the years—he could see right through this act.

Where in the world had Theo picked her up? Cheap tricks straight out of a bar, nothing but a dime-a-dozen gold-digger’s routine.