Chapter 118

Matthew said, "Yeah. Let's go. I'll drive. The car's right outside." He walked alongside Abigail and opened the car door for her. She got into the passenger seat. "Why aren't you moving? What are you staring at?" The man next to Quentin nudged his arm. They had planned to grab a meal together, but as soon as they got out of the car, Quentin suddenly stopped in his tracks. He was looking at Abigail and that eyesore, Matthew. At first, he thought he was seeing things. But after a second look, he was certain that it was them. He smirked, finding it interesting. The man once famously allergic to women had been full of surprises lately. "I was just looking at a bag," he said casually. "What are you talking about? Where can you even find a bag out here on the street? Are you buying another one for your mom?" his friend asked, clearly confused. Quentin's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Yeah. A bag for my mom. How fortunate that I was shopping for one. Who knew it'd lead to such a nice