My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 383

Right as Chuck set his eyes on Quinn, he could not take his gaze off of her. Chuck remembered the details of their encounter in the car vividly, how could he not?

His mind filled with images from the other day.

"Young Master," Betty called, trying to catch Chuck's attention.

She knew about Chuck's brief acquaintance with Quinn. However, why was Chuck still staring at her? He was even smiling. Betty was diligent, so immediately, she thought about the true nature of their relationship.

After all, at that time, Quinn had demanded Chuck to kneel before her to apologize.

"Right," Chuck replied as he came to his senses. What sort of party was this? Why was Quinn here?

Both of them then proceeded to enter the premises.

It was the first time Chuck had attended a party as such. Many nobles and rich individuals could be seen here and there, and Chuck didn't really know how to act. Betty on the other hand was talking a mile next to him, explaining the findings she had gathered about Duncan.

After all, Chuck did not come here for the gala. He was here for Duncan alone.

When Quinn had arrived, she instantly attracted everyone's gaze in the room. At this moment, she was the center of attention.

Her dress showcased her figure perfectly and the lines of her body elegantly portraying her curvaceous nature, she was simply divine to look at.

Chuck could not keep his eyes off of her. To be honest, he had missed her a little.

During that time in the bathroom with Queenie, Chuck was properly confused and he hadn't known what to do. But when he thought back to his brief time with Quinn in the car, the experience was just insane.

Those were all real memories. He couldn't believe that he had actually managed to get Quinn in that way. Chuck felt like this was all just a long dream.

But now, he knew that he and Quinn weren't on good terms with each other.

"Young Master, let's sit over there," Betty suggested. Chuck agreed and followed Betty's lead.

Although Betty couldn't grab the attention of everyone like Quinn had, she had been working out all year round. Betty's figure was shaped differently as compared to Quinn but she was equally attractive.

As they sat down, Chuck could feel the envious looks directed at him by the men in the room. As ballers themselves, they had seen their fair share of women before. However, beauties like Quinn and Betty were a rare sight.

Betty turned a blind eye to those gazes. She did not care for such attention, she was nothing but vigilant. Chuck's safety was her priority.

Someone decided to chat Quinn up eventually. Those who came here were all wealthy. Naturally, every person's pick up techniques were different. Chuck watched from afar and saw that Quinn had refused to speak to the many men who had approached her. She had refused every single one, and Chuck felt himself relax.

Was she one to base her interest on personality? Was that why she had initiated contact with Chuck himself or was there another reason? After all, when they had both coupled in the car, Quinn was

the one to take initiative and she had been thoroughly enjoying herself. Chuck could tell.

He felt a little happy at that thought, but there was nothing he could do about it anymore. Quinn must hate him now.

Chuck also knew that what he had blurted out at the time was too irresponsible. So, of course, it was no surprise for Quinn to get angry.

In fact, he had even felt a little regretful, but what was the point of regret? "It was all over now anyway," Chuck thought with a sigh. Just then, he watched a man approach Quinn. This time though, Quinn had actually spoken to that man. The two seemed to be having a good conversation and Chuck felt a little unhappy about that. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Quinn got her heart broken. Will she find a man to channel her feelings?" Chuck couldn't help thinking about it. He stood up without much thought and started to walk towards the two.

"Young Master!" Betty exclaimed as she stood up as well. She asked, "Where are you going?"

"Betty, I'm going to meet someone," Chuck replied. He wanted Betty to wait here.

"Okay, be careful. Remember, Duncan's here." Betty warned. When she had spotted Quinn earlier, she knew who Chuck was getting up to meet.

Then, Chuck finally walked over.

Having stood in front of Quinn, she was momentarily taken aback but soon put on her usual facade.

"President Miller, do you know this person?" asked the man who she had been talking with. He was Quinn's classmate. On occasions as such, there were not many opportunities to reacquaint with classmates. As for him and Quinn, they were pretty friendly with each other when they were both in college.

He had looked up as Quinn entered the room earlier. In a flash, he was attracted to her beauty. He had recognized her and wanted to take this opportunity to further develop his acquaintance with the beautiful woman.

After all, old classmates reuniting usually led to some pretty exciting encounters.

When he had come over to Quinn just now, he had smiled. He could see the spark of recognition in Quinn's eyes as she looked at him. He thought he'd have a chance with her later that night.

However, Chuck's sudden appearance had made him a little annoyed. But when he saw how young Chuck was up close, he had settled back into ease. He knew that sophisticated women like Quinn preferred men who were more mature and elegant. Very much like himself.

Maybe that was why she had recognised him at first glance. Quinn might have had a crush on him when they were college mates at the time.

Thinking of this, the other man thought as he eyed Chuck, "This means I have a chance! This kid is probably still in college, how could he possibly compete with me?"

There was no doubt about it. All he had to do now was keep up his gentleman-like demeanor.

"No, I don't," Quinn replied.

"If you don't know her, please leave," the classmate smiled as he directed this at Chuck. He thought, "Whether this man knows her or not, it didn't matter. Quinn has already said it."

"Are you sure we haven't met?" Chuck asked.

"Have we?" Quinn asked back flatly, sparing a glance at him.

Chuck went silent at that. He then grabbed Quinn's arm and pulled her towards the washroom. Betty, who had been watching the scene unfold in front of her was stunned. "What is the Young Master doing?" she thought in confusion.

"Let go!" Quinn yelled as she struggled to shake Chuck off.

"Are you sure we don't know each other?" Chuck asked again, more insistent.

"No, we don't," Quinn replied decisively.

"Then, what happened in the car that day?" Chuck asked, glaring at her hotly.

"Nothing happened, I don't know what you're talking about," Quinn said as she tried to struggle out of Chuck's grip. But Chuck wouldn't let her, he continued to drag her away.

Quinn frowned at that. "Let go!" she demanded once more.

"Look, I was probably in the wrong that day. I shouldn't have said what I said," Chuck decided to apologise.

"Probably? You thought you were 'probably' in the wrong?" Quinn inquired coldly. She had forced herself to forget what had happened that day. It was all just a dream, a really horrible dream. A nightmare.

She hadn't had any dreams related to Chuck in the past few days. She thought she had finally gotten over her infatuation but now Chuck had once again made his appearance.

"Alright, okay, I'll admit it. It was my fault. I shouldn't have said that to you, and I shouldn't have left right after as well," Chuck's voice was gentle as he explained. He had been trying to deny his actions and was feeling guilty towards Yvette. But now, seeing as things had already happened, the

only thing he could do now was to face them head-on. He was not going to cower from it like he did last time.

"There's no need for you to explain yourself to me. Let go of me!" Quinn said indifferently.

Chuck didn't want to let her go. He felt so guilty, he grabbed onto her tighter instead.

"Let go, you're hurting me," Quinn scolded him.

Chuck sighed as he slowly started to retract his hand.

"Hey, let go of her!" Quinn's classmate yelled as he made his way over. He was angry. How could Chuck drag Quinn away from him just like that?

This was simply unheard of. "How could this happen to me?" he thought.

Chuck frowned at his demand and he refuted, "No, I won't."

Chuck also managed to pull Quinn behind him. Quinn struggled forcefully, but he just wouldn't budge. Her arm which was grabbed was protesting in pain but Chuck's grip was immovable.

"If you don't let her go, you better be prepared to bear the consequences," the other guy said as he walked over with clenched fists. He had learned wrestling before. So, it wouldn't be a problem for him to take up three or four people in a fight. "This young p*nk is really looking for death!" he thought.

"It'd be my pleasure," Chuck said and shrugged.

The man sneered at that. "Don't worry, President Miller. I'll teach this kid a lesson," he directed at Quinn.

Then, he started to advance towards Chuck. Quinn was angry now. "Are you going to let go now?" she asked a bit exasperated.

"No, I won't let go," Chuck said stubbornly as he was still holding Quinn with one hand. Seeing this, she wondered if he was going to fight this classmate of hers with just his other hand.

Quinn continued to struggle, but Chuck's grip tightened the more she did.

"This b*stard! How dare he use only one hand? Who did he think he was, the king of Taekwondo?

And so, he threw a punch at Chuck, thinking that his fists would surely knock Chuck down. He aimed at Chuck's face, wanting to see him bleed.

But Chuck had merely glanced at him and raised his free hand. He punched his cheek swiftly, the man let out a gasp and his eyes instantly shut. He collapsed on the ground soon after.

Quinn was shocked at what had just happened. He went down with just one punch?

She knew that when she was in college, this classmate of hers was a member of the basketball team. She had heard that he had experience in fighting and that he had learned some techniques. But it turned out that he was this weak...

After that, Chuck turned his head to look at Quinn, asking, "Is this your classmate?"

If the man were to face a regular person, he might have won. But faced with the likes of Chuck who was skilled in martial arts? Not a chance.

Chuck had been generous, only serving him with one punch.

"It's none of your business. Let me go!" Quinn struggled again as she looked up at Chuck. She realized Chuck's gaze on her had softened, and he looked at her tenderly. Quinn was a bit alarmed

by that and she asked, "What are you doing?"

Not a moment later, Chuck gave her a peck on the lips. Quinn's eyes widened as she quickly stepped away from Chuck, finally able to escape his tight grip. She then slapped Chuck in the face and yelled, "What do you take me for?"