His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 74: Recognized Me?

The fifteen balls opposite the cue ball didn’t move an inch.

Because the cue ball had perfectly grazed past all fifteen, landing right on Quentin Sinclair’s most vulnerable spot.

The unspeakable pain turned Quentin Sinclair’s expression seriously ugly.

"Hahaha..."

Everyone around burst out laughing; even the lackeys who’d tagged along with Quentin couldn’t help but crack up.

Quentin shot them a frosty glare, and they immediately stifled their laughter.

Quinn Sinclair doubled over with laughter at Quentin’s misfortune, and Mason Kane was patting her back with a straight face, trying to help her catch her breath.

"Hahaha... Sis-in-law, I officially name you the National Server’s Best Pool Player! That was way too accurate!"

Miles Goodman stomped his foot as he laughed, "Oh man, I can’t take it, I’m laughing so hard I’m crying! My little Kiana really is something else."

Quentin’s face looked terrible as he pointed at Kiana Sutton furiously, "You did that on purpose!"

Kiana Sutton shook her head innocently, looking all nervous and helpless as she signed to Quinn: "Quinn, I don’t know how to play pool."

Quinn was still laughing, "Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, winning isn’t important!"

"It is important! Super important! If you lose, you’ll be his date, and that’s absolutely not happening!"

Miles seized the chance, bouncing over to Kiana like a husky, "Little Kiana, if you don’t know billiards, I’ll teach you! I’m amazing at it—come, come, I’ll teach you hands-on—"

Before Miles could finish, Quinn shoved him aside, "Don’t you try taking advantage of the situation! I’ll teach my own sis-in-law!"

Quinn dragged Kiana off to one side and whispered, "Sis-in-law, you seriously can’t play?"

Kiana nodded. She’d never even been to a pool hall before—this was her first time.

"No worries, no worries. Later when you play, just aim for Quentin Sinclair."

Kiana: "...What if I lose?"

"Just deny everything!"

Kiana looked surprised—Wait, you can do that?

Seeing Kiana’s expression, Quinn lectured her in mock seriousness, "Tsk, look at you—you’re totally a goody-two-shoes who’s never done anything bad. Let me tell you, promises matter, but when it comes to people like Quentin Sinclair? If you can get one over on him, do it!"

Quinn clearly had been screwed by Quentin plenty before, the resentment was real. "Besides, do you really think if we win, Quentin will just behave and do whatever you say? Hah... trust me, he’ll bolt faster than a rabbit! So don’t stress. Just go hard and get it over with!"

From the moment she recognized Quentin Sinclair, Kiana never planned to let him off easy.

If he hadn’t bumped into her on the overpass last time, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt, nor would Ethan Sinclair have misunderstood and smashed up her beloved car to pieces.

So in the following rounds, every time Kiana picked up the cue, no matter where Quentin stood, she’d always manage to hit him spot-on.

People who draw are naturally great at spatial reasoning and calculations—even if Kiana was a romance rookie, she was definitely a top student when it came to anything academic.

The round ended with Quentin Sinclair as the winner, but he was hurting all over.

Wiping the blood from his nose, Quentin glared daggers at Kiana, "Fifth sis-in-law, you seriously don’t look like someone who can’t play!"

She hadn’t hit the balls once, but hit him every single time!

Kiana dropped her gaze, sadly signed, "I lost!"

"You..."

"Quentin, it’s best of three. There are still two more rounds. You in or out?"

Victory was so close—just as Quentin was about to say "I’m in," his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller ID, his expression shifted; he walked aside to pick up, "Dad..."

"Get home this instant!"

Listening to the dial tone, Quentin’s face grew even darker.

Quinn, seeing Quentin gripping his phone and not coming back, shouted, "Hey, are you playing or not? If not, today’s bet is off!"

Quentin shot Quinn and Kiana one last nasty glare, then stomped off reluctantly.

"Haha... see? That’s what you call evil eating its own."

While Quinn was laughing, Miles had already grabbed the cue stick from Kiana, "Little Kiana, you’ve been playing so long, your arms must be sore. I ordered you a fruit juice—let’s go take a break over there."

Quinn saw Miles hovering over Kiana again and immediately ran over, absolutely unwilling to have her brother get cuckolded.

"Sis-in-law, let’s go over there! The view’s way better!"

One of them pulled Kiana from the left, one from the right—she was about to get torn in half.

After a whole day of playing, Kiana was totally wiped out—felt even more tired than a full workday.

They were staying at a hotel on Mount Greylag for a two-day getaway.

Kiana took a shower as soon as she got back to her room, then collapsed on the bed.

She started wondering whether the person who helped frame Kate Lynch’s dad back then might’ve been Quentin Sinclair.

But Quentin didn’t really look that smart—would Kate actually trust him?

Kiana was so worn out, she fell asleep without realizing it.

When she became aware again, she felt someone’s hand moving over her body, fingers even unbuttoning her pajama top...

Her drowsiness vanished instantly. Terrified, Kiana reached out to shove the person off her.

But the person seemed to anticipate it, easily pinning her hands above her head and lowering his head to bite her pretty, plump lips.

Kiana gasped at the pain, and in that instant, she caught a faint but familiar scent—Ethan Sinclair’s.

Ethan Sinclair?

Why is he here?

Feeling Kiana stop struggling, Ethan let out a satisfied hum, his low and sexy voice sounding in the darkness, "Recognize me now?"

Ethan didn’t sound angry—Kiana couldn’t speak or use sign language.

"I clearly underestimated you. Even a guy like Quentin Sinclair, you managed to have him running circles around you."

Kiana’s heart skipped a beat—please don’t tell me...

Was Ethan here to avenge Quentin?

Even though Quentin was his uncle’s illegitimate son, he was still technically Ethan’s brother—and a total simp for Kate Lynch, so Ethan would definitely take his side.

Kiana hadn’t even had time to get over the Quentin disaster when Ethan switched topics.

"Miles Goodman is running circles around you—isn’t that quite a thrill for you, hmm? What now, planning to ditch that foot massage parlor owner your mom introduced and go after Miles instead?"

Kiana shook her head madly, unable to see Ethan’s expression in the darkness, her heart panicked and nervous.

"Hmph... Miles might have it bad for you, but sorry—even if we divorce, the Goodmans would never let a cast-off wife like you into their family."

The words "cast-off wife" set Kiana off—she struggled in anger, but Ethan easily subdued her, trapping her right under his dominance.

After a night of being messed with by Ethan, Kiana woke up the next morning completely exhausted, drained of all energy.

As soon as Quinn saw Kiana like that, she blurted, "Sis-in-law, you didn’t... cheat on my brother behind his back last night, did you?"