When She Unveils Identities

When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Shirley’s Worry

Shirley wanted Mr. Quintin to leave her alone. She only had a cold and was not paralyzed. There was n o need for him to personally carry her into the room.

Besides, how could Mr. Quintin enter Shirley’s room casually?

But now, Shirley was seriously sick. She did not have much strength to argue with Mr. Quintin. She just wanted to lie down and sleep. She raised her hand and pointed to the s tairs. “The first room on

the second floor.”

Then, Mr. Quintin carried Shirley to the room on the second floor.

Shirley’s room was quite different from her personality. There was pink, Tiffany blue, dolls, figurines, an d so on. There was also gauze around the bed, making the room look beautiful and

dreamlike.

“You are irritable, but your room is like a little girl’s.”

Mr. Quintin put Shirley on the bed and began to swagger around her room.

Shirley had a headache and felt weak. She gritted her teeth and said, “If there’s nothing else, you

can do what you need to do. You don’t have to waste your time with me.”

“I can’t go. I promised May that I would take good care of you.”

“No need. I’ll be fine after a nap.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll just look around.”

After Mr. Quintin finished speaking, he bent down to study the figurine that Shirley placed on the

piano.

Shirley was so angry that she wanted to jump up and kick Mr. Quintin, who was insensible, away,

but since the contract had not been signed, she had to bear it.

Shirley covered her head with a blanket and fell asleep.

In a daze, Shirley seemed to have heard May come in, but then she went out.

“Are you okay?”

Through the blanket, Shirley heard Mr. Quintin’s cold voice.

Shirley was boiling hot, and she had no strength. She didn’t want to answer Mr. Quintin, so she

closed her eyes and continued sleeping.

“May brought the medicine here. Take it before you sleep.”

Mr. Quintin sat by the bed, holding the steaming hot soup in his hands. He scooped up the soup to

cool it.

Shirley lay huddled up in bed. She didn’t want to face the outside world. To be exact, she didn’t want to face Mr. Quintin. She didn’t like Mr. Quintin, but she couldn’t afford to offend him!

“If you feel too weak to drink it, I don’t mind feeding you.”

Mr. Quintin looked at Shirley who was still pretending to sleep and said slowly.

Shirley couldn’t help but roll her eyes under the blanket.

Tsk, Mr. Quintin must tell a lie. He was so nice to Shirley. How could he say that he didn’t like her?

Shirley didn’t show her head the entire time. She wanted to see how Mr. Quintin could feed her.

The next moment, the blanket covering Shirley’s head was removed by Mr. Quintin. Mr. Quintin took a sip of the medicine and then slowly approached her.

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Mr. Quintin was silent. He had the medicine in his mouth, and his deep eyes looked very serious. Shirley finally knew what he wa nted.

Shirley swallowed and had to obey Mr. Quintin. “Fine, I’ll drink it.”

Mr. Quintin smiled with satisfaction. He swallowed the medicine in his mouth and whispered, “Since yo u are sick, don’t act tough. Just do as I say.”

Mr. Quintin’s words gave Shirley a creepy feeling.

Shirley picked up the bowl and smelled it. She wanted to vomit up the overnight meal.

“The medicine made by May is so bitter. I don’t want to drink it. I don’t need to take medicine. I just

need to sleep…”

“You have no choice but to drink it.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with you? What does it have to do with you whether I am sick or take medicine? Why are you trying to force me? You…”

“Looks like you still need me to feed you.”

Mr. Quintin curled his lips and slowly moved closer to Shirley, acting like he wanted to feed Shirley.

Shirley was terrified. She held her nose, frowned, and braced herself to take a sip.

But the medicine was really bitter!

Shirley carefully raised her eyes, wanting to find an opportunity to dump the medicine. However, when she met Mr. Quintin’s cold gaze, she could only lower her head and continue drinking.

It was very hard for Shirley. This was her home, but she was forced to take medicine by Mr.

Quintin. She felt bitter.

Seeing that Shirley didn’t want to take the bitter medicine, Mr. Quintin suddenly stood up, around, walk ed to the piano, and sat down gracefully.

Then, his slender fingers, like flowing water, slid across the black and white piano keys. A

wonderful tune slowly filled the room.

Shirley was slightly stunned.

Shirley didn’t expect that Mr. Quintin, who had a bad name, could play the piano so well!

The music was like a tranquilizer, making Shirley calm down. She was no longer restless.

looked

What was more amazing was that Shirley didn’t seem to be so uncomfortable. She was relaxed

and calm.

The medicine in Shirley’s hands seemed to be not that bitter.

Shirley took a deep breath, raised her head, and drank all the medicine.

Mr. Quintin continued to play the piano skillfully. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the

music.

Shirley put the bowl on the bedside table and lay flat on the bed. She also closed her eyes.

Gradually, Shirley fell asleep…

With the melodious and gentle music, Shirley had a beautiful dream.

Shirley dreamed that she went to a colorful garden. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and g was blue, as if this was heaven,

In the garden, Shirley held the hands of her two children and smiled very happily. They ran forward

together, trying to reach the end of the sky.

At the end of the whiteness stood a tall man with his back to them. He seemed to have been

waiting for them for a long time…

May came in and saw the empty bowl on the bedside table. She was very surprised.

“Impressive, Mr. Quintin. Thanks to you, Ms. Wilson finished the medicine. This is something that I can’t

Mr. Quintin had just finished a song. The amazing atmosphere created by the music was still in the

air.

“Shirley looks very powerful, but she is like a child…”

Mr. Quintin slowly closed the piano and said with a faint smile, “You can’t just coax a child.”

May looked at the sleeping Shirley and sighed, “You are smart. Ms. Wilson is sleeping soundly. She

hasn’t had a good sleep for a long time.”

“Can’t she sleep well?”

Mr. Quintin stared at the sleeping Shirley with complicated feelings.

“Yes. No matter how strong she looks, she is a young lady. She has experienced a lot, so she has

insomnia.”

“Didn’t you try to help her?”

May let out a long sigh. She felt sorry as she said, “Of course, we did. Food, medicine, bedroom decorations, scented candles… We tried everything, but it didn’t work. In my opinion, she has to clear he

Mr. Quintin asked coldly, “What is she worried about?”