All Chapters of When She Turns Her Back: Chapter 941 - Chapter 950

Talia was still lucid enough to murmur, "Quentin, you're so good to me."This time, he heard her clearly. He glanced up at her while drying her feet, his expression impossibly soft. "If I'm so good, then why aren't you locking me down already?"Talia blinked at him, dazed, and even furrowed her brows slightly.Quentin saw her confused expression and ducked his head again, quietly laughing. "Why am I even saying all this to a drunk lady?"But the moment the words left his mouth, Talia spoke. "Okay."That single word stopped him cold. His hands went still against her foot, the towel forgotten.When he looked up again, his eyes were full of warmth. "If only you were always this agreeable."Talia yawned, her eyes glistening with sleepy tears. She was clearly fading fast.Quentin didn't have the heart to keep her up any longer. He finished drying her feet quickly, and when he was done, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her foot.Then he whispered to himself, "On our w

Quentin turned, picked up a shirt he'd set out at the foot of the bed, and handed it to Talia. "This is all I've got. It'll have to do for now."She took it and said, "Thanks."He pointed toward the bathroom. "The bathroom is right over there. Call me when you're done, and I'll blow-dry your hair."Talia didn't respond. She just took the shirt and headed for the bathroom.When she finished showering, she pulled Quentin's shirt on over her head. It was enormous on her, hanging all the way past the tops of her thighs. She checked herself in the mirror, and once she was satisfied that it covered everything, she stepped out.Quentin was waiting right outside the bathroom door. He glanced at her once and immediately looked away.The shirt swallowed her frame, but her hair was still dripping wet, and where the water soaked through the fabric, the outline of her body showed faintly beneath it. Her long, slender legs did nothing to help matters. One more look and he was fairly certain he

Talia's eyes went wide. "How much?"She hadn't expected the prices to be this high when she walked in. She had figured it would cost at most a thousand dollars. A thousand dollars she could handle, but 9,800 dollars…Quentin saw the tips of her ears turn red and watched her slowly lower her head. He smiled and held his bank card out to the sales associate. "Take mine. My wife doesn't handle the finances yet."The sales associate's smile returned in full force. "Your wife is a lucky woman, sir. You're so generous."Once the payment went through, the sales associate grew even more enthusiastic. "You should bring her back here when you have time. We have so many styles that would look wonderful on her."Quentin ignored the sales associate entirely and turned to Talia instead. The furrow between her brows only made him grin. "If we don't leave now, we really will miss the hearing."That snapped her out of it. As such, she turned and walked out of the store.Quentin caught up and rea

Talia stepped out from her seat and walked up to Christian. "What's the point of this? What does dragging it out another six months do for you? There's only one way this ends for us."Christian rose and met her, standing close. He looked down at her, his gaze drifting slowly across her face.He didn't answer her question. Instead, he asked one of his own. "Tell me. Have you slept with Quentin?"Talia held his stare without flinching. "What are you getting at, Christian?"A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "If you have, then I'll agree to the divorce."She didn't overthink it. "Yes. We have."The words barely left her mouth before his hand shot out and closed around her throat. His eyes burned red, something feral and freezing behind them, like a cold that could swallow a person whole.He shoved her back against the wall, his grip tightening around her neck. His voice came out low and dangerous. "Talia, how dare you do this to me."She could barely breathe. Her fac

The sky had only just darkened when a car pulled into the villa's driveway.Talia looked down from the balcony and recognized Quentin's car. He parked the vehicle, grabbed something from the trunk, and headed inside.Moments later, she heard footsteps in the hallway, quick and slightly uneven, like he was taking the stairs two steps at a time.Quentin pushed open the bedroom door and strode in, already apologizing. "I'm sorry I'm so late."He set everything down on the small table by the balcony door and unpacked the bags. He'd brought kebabs, a warm cup of bubble tea, and fresh bread.Talia closed her novel and smiled up at him. "You brought all this? What's the occasion?"Quentin fitted the straw into the bubble tea and handed it to her. "I didn't make it back in time for lunch. So this is me making up for it."She took the cup, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile. "I'm fine, really. I wasn't even hungry."But Quentin still looked uneasy. He reached out and gently p