Chapter 14

The main reason that Gina could make Quentin listen to her for so many years was that she knew where to draw the line. After a moment of consideration, she nodded at Wendy.

As she headed downstairs, she glared daggers at Willow, hating her gorgeous face. Quentin was still a man. It was normal for him to be temporarily bewitched by a vixen.

It didn't matter. She was still the matriarch of the family! Once Quentin was sick of Willow, she would have to go back to being pushed around by them every day.

Willow watched Wendy put her things before walking into the room, feeling satisfied.

"Willow." Quentin wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pressed his lips to her neck and murmured, "You said you didn't wanna leave me, right? I promise I'll satisfy you tonight."

Disgust surged in Willow. Women really needed to learn to treat themselves better. She'd worked hard to earn money for her husband, yet what did she get in return? Not his respect and most certainly not his love.

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