Chapter 257

"Here's what you'll do. Stop the car and turn your other profile toward me so that I can get a good look." Quentin was delighted. "If you promise not to run away, I'll definitely stop the car right now and let you properly admire my right profile. Unfortunately, the moment I stop, you'll bolt, so you'll have to wait to appreciate it later." "Are you seriously ill or something?" Abigail truly regretted this. She must have had a mental lapse earlier, or she never would have gotten into Quentin's car. She should've walked rather than gotten into Quentin's car. At this moment, she felt nothing but regret. Immense, tremendous regret. "I like you, Ms. Handbag. Just consider it." Quentin's tone still sounded flippant, but only he knew he wasn't joking. Abigail had received countless confessions throughout her life, all based on attraction at first sight. Very few could actually persist. "If you really like me, then let me out right now. That's the only way I'll believe you're telling th