He Watched Me Shine Without Him novel Chapter 136

Rose looked at Meliora, this once-sunshine girl now back to trembling in shadows. After years battling through the darkness of depression, she had finally emerged into the light—only for Quinton to return like a lingering nightmare. Rose feared her friend's fragile recovery might shatter again.

“If you really have to go,” Rose said, standing up, “I’m coming with you.”

Meliora clutched her arm as if it were a lifeline. “Okay.”

When they arrived, Rose paused, staring at the hotel’s sign. Only now did she remember—wasn’t this the same place where Houston and Lina were having dinner?

She shook off the unease and followed Meliora to the private room. Inside sat Quinton, draped in a tailored suit, surrounded by a group of young men who flanked him like royal guards.

Meliora’s knees quivered.

Rose steadied her. “Don’t be nervous. You’ve done nothing wrong. If anyone should be ashamed, it’s him.”

Meliora nodded, mustering her courage before stepping inside.

“Well, well, Mr. Quinton,” she said, feigning ease. “Still as charming and handsome as ever, I see.”

Quinton stared at her. “What have you been doing these last five years? Moonlighting as a mistress? You sure cozy up to men easily now.”

Meliora blinked. “What did he say?” she whispered to Rose.

“He’s pretending he doesn’t know you,” Rose said flatly.

Then Quinton’s gaze turned to Rose. Her youthful, doll-like face, especially those obsidian eyes—bright and piercing—were impossible to ignore. She looked young, yes, but not naïve. There was a quiet confidence in her, an aura of education and calm.

“Rose?” he said, voice low and guarded.

“That’s me.” Her tone held none of Meliora’s forced playfulness—only cool defiance.

“When did you start keeping company with such pretty friends, Meliora? You’ve been holding out on me.”

Sensing Rose might be in danger, Meliora quickly intervened. “Rose has always been sheltered. Her family’s very protective.”

Quinton smirked. “And yet she’s out tonight. Must be they’re easing up? Well then, join us. Let’s drink till we drop.”

Meliora laughed nervously. “That won’t work. Rose is married now. Her husband’s strict. She has to be home by nine.”

“No problem,” Quinton said, eyes narrowing. “I’ll handle her husband.”

“You won’t,” Rose replied coldly.

“Oh? What’s he gonna do, call the cops?” Quinton’s lip curled. “Name your price. How much for one night with us?”

Rage flared behind Rose’s eyes. This bastard thinks I’m for sale?

Rose’s body trembled with fury, but she stared him down. “Sure. Only thing is, I hope you can afford to lose.”

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