I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 50

He was momentarily stunned.

The evening sky was painted with broad strokes of vibrant orange, the soft light of the golden hour spilling perfectly over Bonnie's figure.

She was crouched on the lush green grass, her head bowed, her expression impossibly tender.

A few loose strands of hair slipped past her ear, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

In that fleeting moment, it was as if she were outlined by a radiant, glowing halo—bright, warm, and entirely untouched by the cynicism of the world.

As Quentin watched her, his dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Somewhere deep in his chest, something shifted, a painfully soft impact that sent an unfamiliar ripple through his usually cold exterior.

It was an image that would remain burned into his memory for years to come.

He stared so intensely he practically lost track of his surroundings.

"I had no idea there were strays in this neighborhood. He's so sweet."

Bonnie suddenly turned her head to look at him, her bright eyes overflowing with a vibrant smile.

"I have another packet of treats in my bag. Do you want to try feeding him?"

Quentin violently snapped back to reality.

He quickly averted his eyes, his lips pressing into a hard, unforgiving line as he forced out a single word.

"Childish."

Bonnie simply rolled her eyes, already entirely used to the man's notoriously difficult temper.

She turned back, gently stroking the stray's little head.

But barely two minutes later, a large shadow fell over her.

A tall, imposing figure silently crouched down right beside her.

Quentin's sharp, sculpted face leaned in, apparently curious to see exactly what kind of magic this animal possessed.

However, the sheer predatory aura radiating from his towering, over six-foot-two frame was far too overwhelming.

"Meow!"

The cat, which had been happily eating, violently flinched. Letting out a terrified shriek, it scrambled wildly back into the bushes, vanishing instantly.

Quentin's hand remained frozen awkwardly in mid-air.

Bonnie couldn't hold it back any longer and burst out laughing.

"Look at you, you terrified the poor thing."

Her eyes curved into bright crescents. "It's fine, you just have to use a softer voice when you call them. They're actually very skittish."

Quentin stood up with a dark expression, brushing off non-existent dust from his trousers.

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