Chapter 118: A necklace
"Ermm..." she began, then paused, struggling to find a solution. Just as she was about to give up, something came to mind, and she quickly said, "Steve will take over once we reach our destination. If we aren’t near each other, we should be able to overcome it."
Quinn chuckled, and she frowned in confusion. Wasn’t he the one asking for a solution? Why did it seem like he wasn’t taking her seriously?
"You think Steve can stop me from reaching you when I am at my wildest?" he asked, deliberately emphasizing the last word. He wanted her to realize just how futile her plan was. If he hadn’t been able to keep away from her back at the castle—even with countless threats hanging over his head—why would he now, when he had every opportunity? All he had to do was send Steve on an errand. Now that he commanded the warriors, no one would stand in his way.
"I-I don’t know... I just thought it might distract you," she mumbled, lowering her head as if deep in thought.
Quinn lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I want to get you pregnant," he murmured.
Belle’s eyes widened. "What?" She gasped, swatting his hand away and turning to leave the stream.
Before she could swim further, Quinn’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him. He lowered his mouth near her neck, sending a shiver through her.
"I am so glad you are not wearing a chemise today. Makes it easier to take this off," he teased.
Belle immediately began struggling against his hold. She had no intention of getting pregnant, not for him, not like this. Why would someone suddenly decide they wanted a child?