My Billionaire Mom (Chuck Cannon) novel Chapter 508

Quinn heard Chuck's words. He wanted to take responsibility?

She asked coldly, "By what means?"

She knew that Chuck and Zelda were a couple. How could he take responsibility for this?

What's more, Quinn did not demand him to take any responsibility. She merely wanted him to forget the incident. At least they could still be friends. After all, it was just an accident that stemmed from their desires.

He could've just pretended nothing had happened and let bygones be bygones. However, Chuck had worsened the situation. Quinn was extremely hurt by his words.

Chuck was at a loss for words. She was right, what could he do to take responsibility?

Was he planning to ditch Yvette and marry Quinn?

Chuck couldn't do it. Deep down in his heart, his wife could only be Yvette Jordan.

Ever since he was young, he had always slept with Yvette in his arms. Since then, he knew that the woman in his arms would be his wife.

He had to be good to her for his entire life.

In fact, he would never abandon her for the rest of his life.

"Tell me, how?" Quinn remarked with a sneer. "Sister Miller, I am serious. I am willing to take responsibility."

"Your way of taking responsibility is to compensate me with a sum of money, isn't it?" Quinn felt disgusted. Did he really think he could do this?

Quinn wanted companionship, the type that didn't necessarily have to lead to marriage.

"I..." Chuck was still speechless. He was indeed going to give Quinn a lot of money, and then treat her better.

"Why do you think I'm angry?"

"I shouldn't have said that and hurt you," Chuck heaved a sigh. It was terrible to try to distance himself from her after the incident.

"It seems that you still don't understand at all. Let go," Quinn mocked.

Did he truly think that she was mad because she wanted a huge sum of money?

Quinn was completely disappointed. She didn't want any of this. All she wanted were simple things such as a hug, a shoulder to cry on and casual conversations with Chuck.

Quinn was an adult. How was it possible to force others to bear responsibility after doing things with consent?

She would not do that.

"I understand, I am still willing to take responsibility."

"Take responsibility? How? If I want to get married, are you willing to?... Say something. Is this the form of responsibility you are willing to take?1' Quinn questioned intensely.

Once again, Chuck was speechless. Marriage?

He sighed. He could do anything else apart from that.

"Sister Miller, the responsibility that I'm talking about is to go back to before. I won't talk rubbish to you anymore, and I'll treat you to a meal, and..."

"What else? And you're going to give me money, right?"

Quinn smirked further, but Chuck kissed her before she could continue pressing him for answers.

She was stunned and shoved him away angrily, asking, "What are you doing?"

He didn't say a word anyway and continued kissing her.

Quinn was frantic. It was useless for her to struggle, as Chuck was extremely strong. All of a sudden, she burst into tears. Chuck could feel her tears and quickly stopped.

"What am I to you? Tell me!" Quinn felt that she had been greatly insulted.

Did he honestly think that she was as naive a little girl in her teens? Was he trying to get away with just a kiss once he realized he had no words to say?

She wasn't a little girl. She didn't need his kiss at moments like this.

"You are my friend. The type that I can have a one night stand with," Chuck explained.

To him, Quinn was an extremely beautiful woman. Her figure and appearance were on the same level as Zelda's.

He could never forget the incident in the car.

"One- night stand? Chuck, you are really good at sweet-talking... what are you going to do?" Quinn laughed, only to notice Chuck's bare gaze at her.

Quinn felt her heart skip a beat. She dared not meet his gaze.

"Don't look at me like that. What do you want to do? Chuck, you b*stard!" Quinn was furious...

"Sister Miller, I'm sorry."

Chuck murmured gently while holding Quinn in his arms on the sofa in Zelda's office.

Quinn was at a loss. She had actually......

Even so, she did not want Chuck to help her.

Chuck nodded and said something under his breath. Quinn shook her head solemnly and asked, "Little b*stard, have you forgotten whose office is this?"

It was Zelda Maine's.

Quinn was unhappy because Chuck didn't choose the right place.

She and Zelda were still enemies. However, Quinn felt slightly joyful.

Chuck came to his senses. Indeed, this was Zelda's office. The two stood up from the sofa. In fact, Betty and Yolanda were waiting for him to have their meal. It was not a good thing if Zelda found out what had happened, let alone Betty and Yolanda.

After Quinn put on her clothes and tidied her hair, Chuck said, "I'm going to the United States tomorrow."

"What? Why are you going to the United States?" Quinn was reluctant to part with him. They had just reconciled, so how could Chuck leave?

Chuck didn't tell her much. He definitely couldn't tell her why he was going to the United States as this would make her anxious as well.

He could only say that he was going to visit his mother.

Quinn let out a sigh of relief. It was normal for him to visit his mother. She said, "Take care and have a safe journey."

Chuck gave a wee smile, and Quinn blushed. She diverted the topic and said, "Little b*stard, I'll go out first. Don't tell Zelda about it."

He certainly would not say anything. His relationship with Zelda was also quite complicated.

Zelda, Queenie, and Quinn were all special to him. Chuck remembered them all very dearly.

He held her wrist, and commented, "Sister Miller, I really regret it now."

Yes, he was particularly remorseful.

"What do you regret?" Quinn was upset. Was this b*stard going to say something hurtful again?

"I regret what I said to you last time. If I didn't say anything, none of this would have happened," he explained. His way of dealing with things was certainly problematic. At that moment, Chuck understood that what Quinn wanted was not the responsibility, but to be comforted by him and just spending time together.

Quinn was about to tear up, "Little b*stard, why are you so good at talking?"

"Emn."

"I will go out first," Quinn tried to leave, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw Zelda standing outside.

Zelda sighed heavily. How could she fail to comprehend?