The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 694

With that thought, Kali spoke up again. “Quentin, let me put some ointment on your back.”

“Your wound’s on your back, so… just turn around and take off your shirt.” She tried to keep her voice as casual as possible.

Noticing that Kali didn’t seem to be in the best of moods, Quentin didn’t protest this time. He simply shrugged off his bathrobe right in front of her, exposing his toned upper body.

He turned his back toward her.

Kali couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction as she looked at his lean, muscular waist. Whatever else could be said about him, the guy was in great shape.

She opened the jar of ointment and began gently smoothing it over Quentin’s back with her fingers. Each touch was soft, her fingertips lingering a little too long against his skin.

Quentin grunted, unable to hide his discomfort. “Kali, are you done yet?”

She paused. “Not yet. I haven’t finished covering everything.”

Nearly ten minutes passed before Kali finally set the ointment aside.

For Quentin, those ten minutes felt like an eternity.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d always liked Kali—ever since they were kids. But now her touch made him strangely uneasy. More than once, he’d nearly asked her to take her hands off his back.

As Quentin reached for his shirt, Kali’s expression shifted. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Her voice was soft and sweet. “Quentin, it must hurt, doesn’t it? I heard it was Citrine who got you in trouble with your uncle that night. She really is a troublemaker.”

The mention of Citrine instantly set Quentin off. He let out a cold snort and grumbled, “That brat didn’t just get me punished by my dad—she also went out of her way to humiliate your brother, made him kneel and slap himself in front of everyone.”