Chapter 1366
The man, dazed from the beating, looked up to see Quincy's furious face. Instantly, he cowered, forcing a smile.
"I get it, | get it. She's all yours. I'll leave right now, | promise not to bother you two. Take your time, big guy."
Quincy grabbed him by the collar and firmly warned him again. "A woman is a person, not something you can
just hand over. You don't have the right to talk like that."
The only reason Quincy had intervened was to stop an innocent woman from being harassed, not to claim her for
himself. Apart from Lydia, he didn't want anyone.
"Yes, yes, you're right," the man mumbled as he scrambled to his feet and darted away, grumbling under his
breath about Quincy. Acting all noble but everyone knew why guys cto a place like this. It was solely to pick
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtup women. Quincy didn't bother chasing him. Instead, he turned to give a word of caution to the woman. She
should be careful hanging around a bar at night like this. But then he froze.
It was Lydia.
"Quincy? Am | seeing things? How could you be here?" Lydia stepped toward him, her eyes locking on his face,
the one she had missed so desperately. The longing she had suppressed surged up like a waterfall crashing off a
cliff. This had to be a dream. She kept telling herself it wasn't real, but she couldn't help reaching out to touch
him, to see if he was real or just a figment of her imagination.
"It's really me. We're probably here for the sreason," Quincy said with a sad smile.
As he drove past and saw the lights inside, the first thought that popped into his head was, "If Lydia were here,
she'd probably want to cin for a drink." That was what made him step inside.
And then, he saw her. The scent of alcohol clung to both of them, and for all he knew, they were even drinking
the sthing.
"Is it really you? Quincy, how did we
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end up like this? I loved you so much, all ever wanted was to be with you... Lydia, tipsy from the alcohol, started
rambling, spilling out everything she had kept bottled up for so long.
Quincy just listened quietly.
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When she almost twisted her ankle, he caught her by the waist, instinctively pulling her close. "Be careful."
Lydia looked up, their eyes meeting, and in that moment, the only thing reflected in their pupils was each other.
"Lydia..." Quincy's voice caught in his throat as his grip tightened around her waist. He couldn't stop himself from
leaning in, brushing his dips against hers.
Lydia didn't pull away.
The moment their lips met, the emotions they had been suppressing flooded to the surface. Quincy scooped her
up in his arms and carried her out of the bar. Right next door was a hotel. The front desk clerk, noticing their
closeness, quickly processed the room as Quincy asked for the presidential suite.
Once inside, Quincy laid Lydia gently
on the bed. Though he was barely holding onto his last shred of control, he asked softly, "Lydia, do you know who
| am? Do you know what we're about to do?"