The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 695

Kali’s words left Quentin completely stunned.

He’d always found himself quietly competing with Hastings for Kali’s attention, wishing desperately for even a little more of her affection. This was supposed to be everything he had ever wanted, and yet now, he couldn’t bring himself to smile.

Kali didn’t seem to notice his unease. She squeezed his hand a bit tighter, her voice soft and tentative. “Quentin, let’s be together.”

Right now, she had nothing left—Quentin was the only person she could hold onto.

When he remained silent, Kali took it as his consent.

She slid her arms around him from behind, her hands wandering restlessly down his chest.

Quentin’s eyes flew wide as he sat rigidly, his back to her.

In his memory, Kali had always been gentle, obedient—a girl who needed to be protected. But the person behind him now felt shameless, brazen, nothing like the delicate soul he thought he knew.

So which was the real Kali? Was she the vulnerable girl he’d always wanted to rescue, or was this bold, reckless woman her true self?

Quentin’s heart sank. He had never liked people who were shameless or pushy, and now, to his own surprise, he felt a flicker of disgust for Kali.

He caught her hand in his and firmly moved it away from his chest, then pulled his robe tighter around himself and stood up as if escaping.

“Kali, I did like you once. But I’m not sure if I still do,” he said, turning his head, unable to meet her eyes.

The rejection was so blunt, Kali’s face went utterly pale. “Quentin, what are you saying?”