Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1463

Quentin chuckled, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"She's not yummy, kiddos. Scram," he said with a dismissive wave.

The children nodded and scuttled away.

Crossing his arms, Quentin gazed at Maja, who had passed out cold on the floor. He watched her for a moment before reaching out and gently tapping her nose with his finger. Then, he left the room.

Outside, a woman who had been buried in dirt moments ago was now sitting on the ground, frantically pulling at her hair.

"How many does that make, Quentin? How many?" she wailed.

"Teacher, you gotta hide. She's no pushover," Quentin advised with a smirk.

"I know, I'll do as you say, Quentin. Maybe tonight you could spare me. No torture tonight?"

Quentin covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, his usually cold demeanor taking on a seductive charm.

"Sure thing. Tonight, I'll give you a break. You've been putting on quite the show lately. I can hardly tell what's real."

Grateful, the woman knelt and began to bow her head repeatedly.

"I'm not worthy. You're the best, Quentin."

Quentin laughed again, "Get up, teacher. I've got my eye on new prey, so I won't be hitting you for a while."

"Thank you, Quentin, thank you."

Her tone was numb, making it hard to imagine what she'd been through to end up like this.

Quentin touched the tattoo at the back of his neck, his lips curving into a smile.

The woman shivered at his smile and suddenly hugged herself tightly, scooting backwards.

"Cynthia, I'm sorry, Cynthia."

"Teacher, stop losing it and find somewhere to hide."

At his words, she clutched her head and scurried away.

Quentin took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

The group of children watched hungrily, as if the woman was some sort of delicacy they were itching to devour.

His voice was gentle as he addressed them.

"Go rest up."

The children obediently nodded, their demeanor sweet in her presence.

But Maja was oblivious to this eerie scene.