“What the hell?” Jacob was stunned with silence. Even the hairs on his skin stood up on its end. “You guys sure are cruel!” “If I was Ivy and found out that you were behind everything this entire time, I would have died from shock… She’s your ex-girlfriend, how did you find the heart to do something so terrible?” “Would it kill you to stop talking about this?” Quinn said gravely, “If you feel so bad for her, why don't you marry her?” “No, no, I'm afraid I don’t have the privilege.” Jacob brushed off the idea and quickly changed the subject. “Ivy’s brother was the one behind most of the parcels sent to Elysian Group last time. Now that Ivy lost her baby, he’s going to blame it on Jenna for sure. I know that Sebastian and Jacqueline also came to an agreement at Forester Corporation…” He swiped a look at Quinn and said disapprovingly, “Your wife is in hot water now, are you still going to keep feeling sorry for yourself in a wheelchair?” “What do you mean by that? My leg ha
After dinner, Jenna cleared the table and went to the bedroom to get the medicine. She took two capsules as instructed by the label and had Quinn swallow them. “Are you going to get some work done later?” Quinn asked as he firmly placed the glass on the table. “No, I’m going to get some rest.” Jenna turned on the TV, then she turned to Quinn and muttered, “What do you want to watch…” It was only halfway through her sentence when she remembered that Quinn could not see. His pupils had not turned white nor did he have a permanent squint like other blind people do. There was always the same sparkle underneath his eyes. This led to her forgetting that he was blind sometimes and forming the impression that only his legs were disabled. Quinn did not seem offended, he remarked with a look, “I want to listen to some classical music. Would you like to play something on the violin for me?” “I’ve been signing documents all day, my hands are pretty sore,” Jenna remarked faintl
Quinn Forester asked, “Who organized it?”“President Talbot of Leclair Group.” Jenna sipped her lemonade. “He called me earlier this afternoon to invite me.”Quinn had a neutral relationship with the President of Leclair Group. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”“I represent you right now. If I don’t go, won’t those big shots think you’re looking down on them?” Jenna glanced at him and said, “It’ll be good for me to gain some experience too. If I run into trouble, I’ll call you.” “Get Sam to go with you.”“I’ll just bring Carina with me. You need someone to take care of you too.” Jenna saw Quinn feel for his cup and put the cup into his hand.She wiped off the grease around his mouth while she was at it and sighed. “I feel like I’m taking care of a son who can’t take care of himself. It’s just that this son is older than I am…”The corner of Quinn’s mouth twitched. “Does poking fun at me make you that happy?”“Don’t you think so?” Jenna asked in return.Quinn reache
The other people at the table glanced at Jenna, just watching the show.Jenna swallowed her fruit juice, but it tasted like blood.However, she only smiled politely at Walter. “President Langham, that’s not quite right. I've been married to my husband for quite a while now and have enjoyed life together. He’s just temporarily unconscious. And, I’m young, so I’ve got all the time in the world to wait for him to wake up. Mr. Langham, on the other hand, you have it hard…“I heard you’re dating Miss Millie Forester? I also heard she has a rare heart disease and can’t go to crowded places. She’s also not supposed to experience emotional extremes. You have to handle her like she’s an extremely fragile piece of crystal.”Jenna saw Walter’s expression visibly darken, and she gently reminded, “President Langham, Miss Millie Forester is young, beautiful, and delicate. You must take good care of her. I’m still waiting for the day I get to drink wine at your wedding.”“Oh, right.” Jenna asked
Jenna noticed that in circles like these, you could find maybe one Quinn Forester out of a hundred men.He had none of the bad habits these men did. He was rich, but low-key, and did not have any vices.Jenna even began to wonder how she would have ended up if the one she had met back then was not Quinn Forester.Would she have become one of the women these company presidents talked about who were coaxed with money and thrown away when they had gotten bored with her—a rich man’s plaything?Right then, President Dickson said, “It’s no fun drinking like this. Look at you guys—you’ve been dawdling so much you haven’t even finished one glass.”He called a server over and muttered some instructions to him.Two minutes later, the server returned with a rectangular box and placed it on the table.President Dickson picked up the box and shook it. “I asked the server to write some notes and put them into this box. We’ll take turns picking one, and drink however much is written on there.
Quinn Forester nodded in President Talbot’s direction and smiled politely. “I heard from my secretary that you organized this meetup, President Talbot, so I came over to take a look.”President Talbot was still in shock.However, Jenna knew that Quinn was wearing sunglasses most likely to avoid others realizing he had lost his sight.Jenna got up and walked over.“When did you wake up? Why didn’t you tell me?” As she asked, she took Quinn’s arm and led him to her seat.The company president sitting to Jenna’s right came to his senses and moved over one seat.Quinn walked steadily over to the seat and placed a hand on the back of the chair. Once Jenna let go, he pulled it out and sat down gracefully.Due to Quinn Forester’s sudden arrival, the private room was completely silent for a long moment.Walter Langham looked at Jenna before he broke the silence with a sneer. “When I asked about President Forester earlier, you said he was still unconscious. Now he’s come to find you and
Once the server delivered the apple and eight darts, Quinn said mildly, “Wasn’t there another ‘four shots of whiskey’ lot in the box? Whoever draws that should be our target. Those who draw lots for one shot of whiskey can be the dart-throwers. Once we’ve managed to find the lucky one who’ll be our target, the game will start.”“Sweetheart, we’ll start from you, then go clockwise.” Quinn tapped the table.At that, President Dickson’s expression changed minutely.“Alright.” Jenna took the box and drew a lot.It said ‘one shot of whiskey’.As their target had not been found, it was useless for her to draw that now.On their second round, Walter Langham drew the note that said ‘four shots of whiskey’. His expression was very ugly, but he could not utter a word. He put on his suit jacket and picked up the apple before walking to the wall opposite the table.From then on, none of the company presidents drew lots with words on it.When it was Jenna’s turn again, she drew a lot with w
“I’m staying with Carina.” Jenna frowned when she saw Quinn looked uncomfortable, but still did not push him away.“What floor are you staying on with Sam?”“Get her to get another room,” Quinn said hoarsely as Jenna helped him into the elevator. “Sweetheart, since I drank those shots for you, please take care of me?”Jenna said not very kindly, “Did I ask you to come here? And I haven’t even asked you why you were still sitting in a wheelchair last night when you already can walk?”“I can walk, but I’m very slow.” Quinn touched her cheek and caressed it. “I can’t let them see that I’m a blind man in a wheelchair, can I?”Jenna brushed away his hand and pressed the elevator button.Carina heard a knock on the door and walked over to open it, barefoot, only to see Jenna with her arm around the waist of a tall man.Taking a closer look, her eyes widened and she asked, “Your husband?”“Yup.” Jenna helped Quinn over to sit on the sofa and turned to Carina, saying helplessly, “Carri