It was like Quentin knew everything about him...but this was the first time Jim had met him.
Jim’s expression satisfied Quentin. With his lips curled into a small smile at Jim, he then turned to look at Luke. "What makes you so sure that this woman, Charlotte, is here, Mr. Jones?"
Switching to a more comfortable position on the couch and glancing at everyone, Quentin's small smirk surfaced to his face once more. "Let me emphasize once more: we don't have such a luxurious dungeon here, and we can't possibly have such a big bed and recreational facilities. Moreover, the Quinn family has always obeyed the law and didn't shelter that fugitive, Charlotte."
He took out a cigar and lit it up elegantly. After one puff, however, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Bonnie. "Ms. Craig, do you mind that I smoke? If you do, I'll put it out."
This startled Bonnie.
She looked at Quentin, whose lips had curled upward, his eyes staring at her stomach meaningfully. "Do you mind? Do you not?"
Bonnie knew from his gaze that Quentin must have known about the child in her womb, and it...unsettled her greatly. At the instance, she felt like all the joints on her body had gone stiff.
After a while, she regained her senses and smiled embarrassingly. She turned around, not daring to have eye contact with Quentin. "It...would be nice if you can put it out. I'm not used to the smell of cigarettes."
Quentin smiled but did not put out the cigar. "Are you not used to the cigarette smell, or is there another reason that you don't like me to smoke?"
Bonnie's expression faltered into a more dire-looking one after that question.
She was afraid, and very much so.
Only then did Quentin narrow his eyes slightly ?d(
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