Quinn Morgan chuckled softly. "Of course you don't know. Because when I called you for help, it was Noelle Winslow who answered the phone."
Wyatt Quinn fell silent, his expression frighteningly dark.
For the past three years, he had been incredibly busy rebuilding Quinn Pharma.
On the rare occasions he had time for her, it was only for a quick dinner and perhaps a walk afterward.
He wasn't the type to woo women with sweet talk, and she, in turn, never made any demands.
He had assumed that since she wanted for nothing in terms of material comfort, he never needed to ask what she truly cared about.
He didn't ask, and she didn't say anything. Communication dwindled as their problems mounted, leading to a point where he didn't even know she'd had surgery for an ectopic pregnancy.
The realization left Wyatt Quinn both chagrined and frustrated.
