Nicholas suddenly felt diffident when he met her gaze.
Quinn did not want to press on the matter further. Just as she was about to sleep, Linda came knocking on her door.
“Haven’t I told you guys not to disturb Quinn at night no matter what?” Nicholas said.
“Jasmine said that something urgent came up, and she has to see you tonight, Mr. York,” Linda replied.
Nicholas’ hand trembled slightly upon the mention of Jasmine’s name. He glanced at Quinn, about to explain himself.
However, Quinn interrupted him and said, “You should go. She probably really wants to see you.”
Seeing his anxious gaze, she then added, “Her rising fame might come crashing down if something really happened to the company.”
Nicholas visibly relaxed upon hearing her words. He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said, “You can head to bed first, I’ll be back soon.”
Shortly after he left, Quinn received an anonymous message. It read: “Look out of the window. Mr. York has prepared a visual treat for you.”
She walked to the window. Instead of looking up to the sky, she looked downward.
Jasmine was holding onto Nicholas from the swing in the garden, kissing him repeatedly.
That spot wasn’t visible from anywhere else, but Quinn could see everything clearly from her room.
Jasmine hugged Nicholas before pushing him down to sit on the swing. She then stood up and glanced upward, meeting Quinn’s gaze.
At that moment, Quinn knew that Jasmine was doing it on purpose—she was the one who sent Quinn the message.
Nicholas seemed anxious, wanting to comfort Jasmine and get her to leave. However, she took out his ring from her pocket.
He reached out for it, but she put the ring onto her own finger. She then took a photo of it.
Soon enough, Quinn saw the photo on Jasmine’s social media. The caption read: “It seems like he’ll never refuse a request from me.”
She continued to scroll up and came across a photo posted ten days ago. The caption read: “A glass of hot milk before bed—truly a bad habit someone has spoiled me with.”
A wave of bitterness spread across her heart. What she had thought was care from him was once a privilege enjoyed by Jasmine.
Quinn’s heart throbbed painfully. She steadied herself by grabbing onto a chair but ended up falling onto the ground.
Nicholas came rushing up shortly after he heard the loud commotion. Tears welled up in his eyes as soon as he saw the bleeding cut from the glass shards on her arm.
He cried out, “You’re hurt, Quinn! Let me get you to the hospital!”
