Chapter 332

Isabella grinned and said, "Hanging out with you ain't exactly a chore."

After all, a guy like Quentin? He'd be a hit anywhere. And after seeing him save that cat, it was clear the furball was in good hands. He just had that vibe that made you feel safe.

Quentin gave her a long look and said, "I'll take the cat home. You should head back too. It's getting cold; don't stay out here with the baby."

Right then, Isabella felt a tickle in her nose and sneezed.

Catching Quentin's amused look, Isabella felt a bit awkward. "See ya."

Quentin nodded, watching her go inside before heading next door.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the shadows by the gate. Quentin paused, scanning the darkness, then quietly went back.

Isabella gave Sweetie a bath and took a quick shower herself. She was wiped from the long day. She meant to put the baby to sleep but ended up crashing herself.

Around the villa, everything went quiet.

A gentle breeze blew, and the shadows by the gate shifted slightly. A dark figure, hunched over, crept up to the villa, unlocked the door with a code, and slipped inside silently. The figure moved like they knew the place by heart. Reaching the second floor, they headed straight for the master bedroom. Pressing an ear to the door, they listened. Hearing nothing, they turned the knob and pushed the door open.

Just as one foot stepped inside, the doorbell rang urgently from downstairs.

The figure jumped, slamming the bedroom door shut. In a rush, they darted down the stairs, avoiding the main entrance, and disappeared into the first-floor storage room.

Isabella woke up to the sound of the door closing. She sat up quickly, the bedroom light was on, Sweetie lay quietly beside her, and the door was closed. It seemed the noise was just her sleepy imagination.

The doorbell downstairs kept ringing.

Isabella threw on a coat and went downstairs. Standing at the door, she checked the video intercom and saw Quentin outside.

She tightened her coat and opened the door. "Mr. Black, what brings you here so late?"

Quentin held a brand-new medical kit. "I came to return this."

Isabella was a bit surprised. It had only been a little over an hour since that incident, and Quentin had already bought a new medical kit?

Isabella reached out to take it, saying, "No rush, really. I said you didn't need to return it."

"I said I insist," Quentin replied.

Isabella sighed. "Alright, if you're that insistent, I'll take it."

Normally, when Quentin came to return the kit, she'd take it, they'd exchange a few polite words, and that'd be it. They'd say goodnight and head back to their places.

But Quentin still stood at the door, his gaze occasionally drifting past Isabella's shoulder into the house.

Isabella felt a bit uneasy. She instinctively pulled the door a bit closer. "Mr. Black, is there something else?"

Quentin hesitated, then asked, "Mind if I come in and take a look?"

Isabella's eyes widened. That was totally out of character for Quentin, and honestly, kinda weird.

She frowned. "Sorry, my husband's not home. It's not really a good time."

She tightened her grip on the doorknob, looking cautious.

Quentin was about to say something when headlights flashed, and the sound of an engine filled the air. Sebastian's car rolled into the yard and stopped. Sebastian got out and walked over.

"Sebastian," Isabella sighed in relief, opening the door a bit more.

Sebastian glanced at Quentin, suspicion in his eyes. "Mr. Black?"

Isabella, worried Sebastian might get the wrong idea, stood beside him and took his arm. "Mr. Black just moved next door. He's our new neighbor."

"Really?" Sebastian eyed Quentin. "What a coincidence."

Quentin smiled and extended his hand. "Quite a coincidence indeed. Mr. Landon, looking forward to being neighbors."

Sebastian looked at Quentin's hand but didn't shake it. Instead, he said coolly, "One should have boundaries. Mr. Black, I'm sure you get that."

Isabella was speechless. Even she could sense Sebastian's icy tone, let alone Quentin.

But Quentin didn't get mad. He just laughed it off. "I just came to return the medical kit, Mr. Landon. No need to read into it."

Isabella, not wanting any drama, especially since Quentin held a chunk of the Landon Group's shares, jumped in. "Mr. Black saved a stray cat and borrowed the kit from me. He's just returning it."

Sebastian turned to Isabella, gently adjusting her coat. "Why are you out here in so little clothing? Aren't you cold?"

Isabella shook her head. "Not cold. Why are you back so late?"

Sebastian said, "Something came up and caused a delay. My bad."

Isabella said, "It's okay; I wasn't blaming you. I was just worried."

Sebastian brushed her hair. "Where's Sweetie?"

Isabella said, "She's asleep."

The couple continued their sweet talk, almost forgetting Quentin was there, making him feel like a third wheel.

After a moment, Quentin cleared his throat. "I won't keep you. See you."

Isabella nodded politely. "See you."

Sebastian stayed silent.

As Quentin turned to leave, Isabella noticed bloodstains on his sleeve, probably from holding the cat earlier.

Suddenly, a hand covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness, and Sebastian's voice came from beside her. "Still looking?"

Isabella pulled Sebastian's hand away, meeting his jealous face.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Are you seriously jealous?"

Sebastian led her inside, closing the door and pinning her against the cabinet, his body pressed tightly against hers. "What do you think? It's the middle of the night, and you're standing at the door in your pajamas, chatting with some rando. Any normal guy would be jealous!"