Chapter 1686 The Type To Forgive And Forget

• Ashton glanced at his younger brother. I knew he, too, was wondering just what game Nathaniel was trying to play.
• Having received no response, Quince's smile slipped off his face. Sulking, he took a gulp of drink and slammed the glass on the table in a display of displeasure.
• Rebecca immediately sidled up to him. “Mr. Quince, forget about that guy. Here, let me have a drink with you,” she said, throwing a flirtatious smile at the man and raising her glass at him.