My Stubborn Mistress 342 Somewhere, Trapped In Time: His Prayer

"Let's use my car since I know more places here," Quinn suggested, showing one of the latest Montfort sports cars. "Ca.s.sandra, where do you want to go?" he asked her afterward.

Ca.s.sandra felt awed while staring at the s.h.i.+ny white car in front of her. "An— Anywhere?" she breathes, her word stuttering from being intimidated by the super expensive car. Seeing different sports cars across Paris is a typical sight. But the car in front of them is something you won't dare to get close and would afraid to scratch it even just a dot size.

"Yes, anywhere! Just tell me where do you like to." Quinn warmly smiled. And yes, he is showing off to Ken, who pus.h.i.+ng his right brow upward on the side.

"Then, is it okay if we go to the nearest beach?"

"You wanted to go to the beach?"

She nodded. "I want to see the sunset, actually. If not that far?"

"Ah. We have a nearby sh.o.r.eline here. Don't worry."

Her eyes show how excited she is. "Is it okay if we go to the beach instead, brother Ken?" she then faces him, who instantly wears a friendly smile in front of her.

"Of course. If that's what you like. Did you miss the island?"

She nodded.

"Then to the beach!" Ken cheered, then helped Ca.s.sandra step inside the car.

"She likes to go to the beach. You heard that President Williams." Ken grins. "How honored I am, that the President of a great empire will drive me around," wearing a sarcastic smile while looking at Quinn who glaringly darting gaze at him. He loves to tease him more.

"Sit on the front," Quinn ordered instead.

"What?" Ken scowl at him.

"Don't dare to act like I am giving you a favor."

"I am your guest." Ken reminded him. Those annoying smiles stay on his face that made Quinn frowns.

"I did not invite you to come to Paris, remembered that." Quinn corrected him.

This made Ken laugh. He returned the glares then wipe the smile on his lips. He then carefully closes the door of the backseat and then reaches for the front seat door. Ken threw a deadly stare at Quinn before he sat in the front seat and smiled at Ca.s.sandra, who doesn't dare to move an inch. She looks afraid to do anything inside this luxury car and accidentally broke anything.

Levi and Madison began having a bad feeling if these two men will spend time longer alone with Ca.s.sandra. They were clas.h.i.+ng behind her back, not noticing what's going on around her.

Amusing smile tore Quinn's lips while he glances at the rear-view mirror to peep at her. "Let me help put your safety belt. Just relax, okay?"

She jolted when he leaned at her, but then, she realized that he would just buckle up the safety belt around her waist.

Driving outside Paris, Levi notified the MAS15 to keep on eye to their convoy. Ca.s.sie looks thrilled looking outside the window. It surprised her to see a lot of yachts on the sh.o.r.eline. After Quinn parked the car and Ken opened the door, she ran toward the railings to look around the ocean below.

It fascinates her of how beautiful the scenery lays in front of her eyes.

"Come on." 

She looks at Quinn with a confused expression on her face. 

"Let us go to my yacht," Quinn's invitation which she made a funny-cute reaction. Her eyes widened and sparks from excitement. 

"You also own one of them?" She pointed out the countless yacht around the ocean just floating around.

"Yup! The sunset would look more beautiful from there." He stated, then brought them to a boat who would bring them to his yacht.

Ca.s.sandra stumbles her feet while trailing the wooden bridge toward the boat that waited for them. Gladly, Ken quickly catches her which Quinn flas.h.i.+ng glare at him. Moving on, they were sailing toward his yacht and Quinn holds Ca.s.sandra before Ken while transferring to his yacht from the boat. Levi and Madison who secretly watched them just shaking head and giggled.

Except for Ken who also owns one but smaller than Quinn's yacht, Ca.s.sandra and Madison, was the first time to see Quinn's yacht; it mesmerized them looking around until they reached the third level deck. There is a Jacuzzi and below can view the larger pool on the second level of this yacht. But then Ca.s.sie makes a sad face and Quinn saw it.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I—" she can't tell him her issues. She's been requesting many things lately.

"Do you like to swim?" he guesses.

Ca.s.sie brightens her face while nodded. He smiled, amused by her random reactions. "Sure you can."

"But I didn't bring any change of clothes," she explained in sad tones.

Quinn smiled. "Don't worry. I did ask the chambermaids to pack secretly." 

Now her eyes s.h.i.+ne brightly. Strange, he was happy seeing her this pleased. Even he tried to restrain himself and suppress his feelings, but his heart throbbing when Ca.s.sandra from that life is around him. Truly, he wishes that the Ca.s.sandra from this life he is with at this moment. Sadness flas.h.i.+ng his eyes, which Ca.s.sie caught them. 

She is peering at him curiously, tilted her head on the side.

"What's the matter?" asked Quinn.

"Um... But brother Quinn is sad. Did I bother you asking to come to the beach?"

"Of course not! Don't worry about it. You're not bothering me. In fact, I am happy."

"Um... Can I asked you, brother Quinn?"

"Sure. What is it?" he forces a smile. He wanted to tell her it does not bother him at all, except her calling him a brother is what irritates him because Ken will annoyingly grin at him. 

"The last time, you were crying. Somehow, I—" she's hesitant to tell her thoughts.

"Did you wonder why?"

She nodded. Quinn sighed then replied. "Ahem. I just miss my wife." He said. He waited what would be her reaction and her eyes telling him she's surprised.

"Oh. I see. Is she wasn't here in Paris?"

"Ah, yes."

"But she's coming back, right?"

"She will." And I prayed she will come back tonight. "All right. Let me prepare for our dinner. You like a barbecue?"

"Sure, I am!"

"While we will preparing our food, Madison will accompany you." Quinn glanced at Madison and she nodded. But then her eyes, sparks.

"Papa, can we try the Jacuzzi?" She whispered.

"Of course. You need not ask that." Quinn chuckles. "I will go now to the kitchen and this guy will come with me." he pointed Ken.

"What? Me? I'm going to—" Ken paused and looked at the two girls. "Okay, yeah. I will make you a Kimchi," he told Ca.s.sie.

"I missed that!" delighted, she expressed.