Chapter <b>321 </b>Misced Reunion
Chapter 321 Misced Reunion
He tilted his head, dark eyes steady, and asked in a low, courteous voice, “Miss, can I help you with something?”
Quinn’s eyes flooded at once, tears shimmering like city lights caught in rain.
That voice–deep, protective–sounded exactly the way her brother used to speak to her.
<i>Rowan</i>? <i>Could </i>it truly <i>be </i><i>Rowan</i>?
This was no dream conjured in midnight loneliness; the man stood in full, undeniable flesh before her. Without meaning to, she lifted a trembling hand, reaching for his face, desperate to feel the warmth of living skin and prove she was awake.
Yet just before her fingertips brushed his cheek, another hand pped hers away with sharp force. A young woman clinging to Leander’s arm snapped, “Who do you think you are, touching my brother?”
Stunned, Quinn stared at the woman and stammered, “He… He’s your brother?”
With a curl of contempt on her painted lips, the woman shot back, “Who else would he be–yours<b>?</b><b>” </b>
One of the hangers–onughed. “Everyone knows Mr. Fane has only one sister–our Serena.”
Another scoffed. “This woman thinks rich men are that easy to cling to.”
A third sneered. “She should look in a mirror before dreaming so high.”
The jeers piled up, echoing in Quinn’s ears like stones hurled at ss. Scornful eyes swept over her, stripping away what littleposure she had left.
Quinn ignored them, her gaze locked on the man. “Leander Fane, my name is Quinn Bridger.”
She offered her name like a key, watching his face for even the smallest flicker of recognition.
But his eyes remained distant, as though she were nothing more than another passing guest.
A dull weight crashed through her chest; she felt herself sinking fast, breath by breath.
<i>Is it </i>possible<i>… </i><i>he </i><i>really </i><i>isn’t </i>Rowan?
Someoneughed behind a manicured hand. “Told you–she came prepared, knows his full name, even introduces herself.”
Another voice chimed in, “Shameless.”
A third shouted, “She must have sneaked in to hunt for a sugar daddy–throw her out!”
usations ttered all around, an avnche of polished shoes and sharper tongues.
Leander spoke atst, voice t as winter stone. “Your name has nothing to do with me. Release my arm.”
Quinn’s fingers were still locked around his wrist; at his words her grip only tightened.
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Chapter <b>321 </b><b>Misced </b>Reunion
She couldn’t let go–not yet. So many questions were:
crowded in her throat..
Until she knew for certain whether he was Rowan, she would not loosen her hold.
Quinn parted her lips. “I-”
A sudden, merciless p cracked against her check, stealing the rest of her sentence.
Quinn blinked, the world tipping out of focus for a heartbeat. Heat bloomed across her cheek before her mind caught up with her body. Only when her vision steadied did she see Serena–stationed <b>at </b>Leander’s side–lowering a still–trembling hand.
“You disgusting creature. Do you have no shame? Release him now, or I’ll see that hand of yours cut clean off.” She punctuated the threat by snapping her arm back, intent on branding Quinn’s cheek <b>a </b>second time.
The second strike nevernded. Quinn’s right hand shot up, fingers mping around Serena’s wrist with unflinching precision.
“Ah! That hurts!” Serena yelped, her poisedposure shattering into raw panic.
Leander’s free hand closed around Quinn’s wrist, steel hidden beneath velvet. “Whatever game you’re ying, remember this–you can’t afford to mess with the Fane family.”
Pain blossomed where his fingers dug in, and reflex loosened Quinn’s grip.
Freed, Serena snatched her hand back and thrust <i>it </i>toward Leander like evidence. “Leander, she hurt me. Break her hand for me–now.”
A spear of agony knifed through Quinn’s wrist, hotter, sharper than before.
“You would really do that for her?” Quinn asked, meeting his gaze with a sorrow <i>too </i>deep for words.
<i>If </i><i>he </i><i>were </i><i>truly </i><i>my </i><i>brother</i><i>, </i><i>he </i><i>would </i><i>never </i><i>stand </i><i>idle </i>while she <i>struck </i><i>me</i><i>, </i><i>nor </i><i>threaten </i><i>my </i><i>hand </i><i>because </i><i>she </i><i>asked</i><i>. </i><i>In </i><i>the </i><i>past</i><i>, </i><i>any </i><i>hint </i><i>of </i><i>someone </i><i>bullying </i><i>me </i><i>sent </i><i>Rowan </i><i>barreling </i><i>in</i><i>, </i><i>reckless </i><i>of </i><i>consequence</i><i>. </i><i>He </i><i>once </i><i>nearly </i>lost <i>half </i><i>his </i><i>life </i><i>saving </i><i>mine</i><i>. </i>A <i>brother </i><i>like </i><i>that </i><i>would </i><i>sooner </i><i>bleed </i><i>than </i><i>see </i><i>me </i><i>bruised</i><i>. </i><i>Yet</i>… <i>what </i><i>if </i><i>there </i><i>is </i><i>a </i><i>reason </i><i>behind </i><i>this </i><i>cruelty</i>? <i>What </i><i>if </i><i>the </i><i>coldness </i><i>in </i><i>his </i><i>eyes </i><i>is </i><i>a </i><i>shield</i><i>, </i><i>not </i><i>a </i><i>sword</i><i>? </i>
Suddenly, Quinn twisted her arm, disengaging the pressure on her wrist and stepping back, cold resolve settling over her.
<i>If </i><i>he </i><i>is </i><i>not </i><i>Rowan</i><i>, </i>I will <i>never </i><i>let </i><i>him </i><i>touch </i><i>me</i><i>. </i><i>If </i><i>he </i><i>is </i><i>Rowan</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>must </i><i>protect </i><i>him </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>guilt </i><i>of </i><i>hurting </i><i>me</i>. <i>Either </i><i>way</i><i>, </i><i>my </i><i>pain </i><i>would </i><i>only </i><i>break </i><i>his </i><i>heart</i>.
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