Chapter 531

He scolded Reynaldo for a while, then gently comforted me, telling me not to cry and saying he would take me out to eat something delicious. But I was in a bad mood, so I didn’t have much of an appetite.

Quentin lived in a regular suite. I saw the room was tidy, but there were women’s clothes besides his. I thought he was living with that girl named Kimora, so things should be looking up. My mood couldn’t help but improve a little.

Quentin saw that I was unwilling to go out, so he went to the kitchen to cook, saying he wanted to personally make delicious food for me. I wanted to know what the girl named Kimora looked like, so I looked around the room but didn’t find any pictures of women.

I walked to the kitchen door and asked Quentin, who was busy bustling around in an apron, “Have you ever taken a photo with your girlfriend? Show me your phone.”

Quentin was stunned for a moment, then turned back to me and said, “You’re right, I have never taken any photos with Kimora.”

I stiffly pursed my lips and said, “Really? It feels like you’ve been together for a long time, how come you haven’t even taken a photo together?” Couples in love, no matter where they go, will always take photos and check in to capture the moment.

“I don’t believe you didn’t take any photos. Show me your phone quickly, I just want to see what my future sister-in-law looks like. I won’t invade your privacy.” I said as I reached into Quentin’s pocket for his phone.

Quentin laughed and said, “I really didn’t take any photos, I’m not lying to you.” That being said, he still indulgently gave me the phone.

I opened the album to look, but truly there was no one else in the album besides me and him, and my parents‘ photos.

Quentin took the phone and smiled at me, saying, “I told you, I really didn’t take any photos.”

“This, this, this… this is a bit unscientific,” I said in surprise. If it were me, I would definitely take a lot of photos with the person I like. In the future, looking back, that would also be a beautiful memory.

Quentin put away his phone and stirred the spaghetti in the pot with a fork, saying to me, “Kimora said she doesn’t look good and doesn’t photograph well, so she doesn’t like taking pictures. I once secretly took two photos of her, which were clearly beautiful, but she insisted that she looked ugly and strongly asked me to delete them. So later, I didn’t take any more photos. Actually, it’s nothing. Anyway, she will always be by my side in the future. With her, a living person, by my side, why do I need photos?”

Ugh!

The last sentence, he said as if it made some sense.

“Okay, you go outside and rest. I’ll make spaghetti for you.”

I looked at the pale noodles in the pot and felt doubtful, “Are you sure you know how to make spaghetti?”

“Yes! Kimora taught me, it’s so delicious, just wait and see.”

I nodded and smiled, “Okay, okay, I’ll wait.” Being with family is always joyful; I completely forgot about the unpleasantness Reynaldo brought today.

I had just walked out of the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

Quentin didn’t even look back and said to me, “Kimora must have arrived. Can you help me open the door?”

As soon as I heard that my future sister-in-law had arrived, I got excited and quickly ran to open the door.