Chapter 259

"I'll take you home," said Quentin. Abigail remained silent. Quentin ultimately granted Abigail's wish. After driving for about ten minutes, he dropped Abigail off by the roadside. "This really makes me look incompetent." "Not walking someone to their door makes you incompetent? What kind of twisted logic is that? Forcing yourself on someone and not respecting them is what makes you incompetent." Abigail stood by the roadside, her hair dancing in the wind. "Regardless, thank you for everything—whether it was being my unwanted free driver or for covering today's meal." "A thank you is enough. This time, you don't owe me any favors. It was my treat." Quentin waved his hand. "Stay safe, and if you're willing, let me know you got home okay." Quentin started the car and drove away. Abigail didn't go straight home either. She called a ride and gave an address. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in." Abigail arrived at a uniquely designed tattoo parlor. She pushed open the door, c