Chapter: 139

“Quintin, just take me home, please. I need some rest."

Quintin nodded and turned the ignition. “Phoebe filled me in on everything. If you don't want your ex around, I can have security keep him out of the building."

"It's unnecessary. I'm not planning on being at the studio much longer," Kaitlin responded dismissively.

Quintin glanced over at her swollen belly, a trace of concern in his expression. "You really need to look after yourself. Don't let these troubles weigh you down.”

Kaitlin shut her eyes, obviously reluctant to discuss the matter.

Quintin caught the cue and refrained from bringing up Alan, respecting her need for space.

After they reached their destination, Kaitlin expressed her gratitude.

"Quintin, thank you. You can head back now."

“I'll walk you to your door."

"There's no need. I'll be fine." Politely refusing his offer to accompany her, Kaitlin stepped out of the car and entered the building without a backward glance.

With a wry smile, Quintin drove off.

Moments after Quintin had departed, Alan pulled up.

He kept a watchful eye on the illuminated windows above and massaged his forehead.

Yvette had once advised him that the best remedy for upsetting a woman was to make amends.

If one attempt failed, he would make two or three.

It was crucial to set aside his pride and persist in making things right.

Taking a deep breath, Alan went upstairs.

Worried that Kaitlin might not answer the door, he instructed the chef from the neighboring door.

“Would you mind knocking on her door?"

The chef hesitated. "I can knock, but shouldn't I have a reason?"

Faced with Alan's stern look, the chef quickly concocted a pretext.

"I'll bring her some chicken broth!"

To make it convincing, the chef even grabbed a soup pot.

A few minutes later, the doorbell echoed through Kaitlin's apartment.