Chapter: 72
"No, I'm just about finished. Give me another thirty minutes. You can head out," she responded.
Quintin shook his head. "No, I'll stick around. I'll give you a ride home later, so you don't have to deal with your ex-husband's antics."
Kaitlin hesitated for a moment but remained silent.
Alan had been parking outside for the last several nights. Whenever she worked overtime, he waited in his car until she left the building.
As soon as she walked out, Alan would step out of his car, as though he had been watching her the entire time.
Despite being burdened with the responsibilities of the Hewitt Group, he seemed prepared to spend hours waiting for her. Did he finally understand his past mistakes?
A rueful smile crossed Kaitlin's face. Such attempts to reconcile couldn't mend the scars left from the past three years.
She pressed on with her work, while Quintin drained his coffee, each sip sharpening his alertness.
"Kaitlin, you always said you'd never leave Alan. What changed your mind so decisively?" Quintin finally blurted out, unable to hold back his curiosity any longer. He watched her intently as she continued her tasks.
Kaitlin tensed, caught off guard by his unexpected question. She lifted her gaze to meet his. "You're curious?" she queried.
"Absolutely. Everyone at the office is buzzing about you two, so I'm naturally curious," he replied, his eyes drifting away to avoid hers.
"It's nothing special. I just don't want to continue. I'm tired," she said, powering down her computer after wrapping up her work.
“Shall we go? Weren't you supposed to drive me home?" she added.
Quintin sprang to his feet with enthusiasm. “Always ready!"
A laugh escaped Kaitlin, lightening her mood slightly.
Quintin flipped off the studio lights and led her towards the door.
Outside, the man in the luxury car swung his door open and stepped out, clutching a bouquet of vivid red roses.
"Kaitlin, you're off work," Alan announced, his eyes resting Quintin, his expression fraught with hostility.
"Why are you still here?" Kaitlin asked, her frown deepening as she glanced dismissively at the roses.
"I came to pick you up," Alan replied, holding out the bouquet with hopeful eyes.
“There's no need. Please stop coming here. I'm swamped with work, and your daily visits disrupt the studio," Kaitlin said, her tone firm.
“Kaitlin, is there any chance you could forgive me?" Alan's voice held a hint of desperation.
Before she could answer, Quintin stepped up with a smug smile.
"Good evening, Kaitlin's ex-husband. No need to trouble yourself about driving her home. I've got a car and I'll make sure she gets back safely. Don't worry about it."