Chapter 152 Turning The Tables
- There was nothing he could do but indulge the person he liked.
- After a moment, Cassandra took a deep breath, her laughter finally calming down. “Here,” she said, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket. “Wipe it off.”
- Quentin gave her a hopeful look. “My hands are filthy from changing the tire earlier,” he said, with a hint of mischief in his voice. “Maybe you could help me out and clean my face?”