Perfectly Flirty Mr. Forester のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 301 - チャプター 310

“Last night, when Doctor Tennyson was delivering dinner to the ward next to mine, I went in to have a look.” Carina leaned against the table, fiddling with a pen holder while telling Jenna. “Wow! Your husband looks even better than in the pictures! The only problem is his temper. Jacob told me that he’s blind…” “Last night?” Jenna frowned. “He’s still in the hospital?” “Yeah, he's never left.” Carina shrugged and said morosely, “Besides, where else could he possibly go in that state?” Jenna pressed her brows. Then, she reached for her phone before dismissing Carina. “I need to make a call.” “Alright.” Carina obediently left. The moment the call was connected, Jenna asked Jacob sharply, “Didn’t I tell you to sort out the discharge documents for Quinn before I went on my business trip? Weren’t you supposed to bring him to Sparrow Garden?” “I wanted to, but I’m not his wife,” Jacob expressed. “I can’t get him discharged even if I could.” Jacob was one of the prima

Jenna decided to get some rest now that she had set aside her work. She ended up tossing and turning on the bed without managing to fall asleep. Now and then, scenes of Quinn falling from the wheelchair would slip into her mind. She snuck into the gym and opened the door silently. She saw Quinn balancing himself on a parallel walking bar. His leg was still drained of strength, so he could hardly stand. All he could do was hold onto the bar with a death grip until his knuckles turned white. It took him several minutes just to take a single step forward. Pools of sweat formed on his forehead. She watched on. Just as it looked like Quinn was going to manage a second step, he tumbled to the floor without warning. Her first thought was to rush over to help. However, the man began groping for the bar again and pulled himself up from the floor. She continued to look on silently, a certain tightness in her chest. It would be hard for anyone to find out they could not wa

“This is my niece. She came to Hevedburgh two days ago for a short trip…” The housemaid noticed her niece covering her face and who appeared to have been slapped. She hurriedly explained to Jenna, “Ma'am, this is her first time in Hevedburgh. She’s still young and this place is very foreign to her, I was going to take her to the hotel after I finish grocery shopping…” “She's young?” Jenna squinted and said aggressively, “She knows more than she lets on if you ask me. She was trying to work her tricks on my husband when you weren’t around.” The servant seemed shocked by this and turned to the girl. “Clara, was that…was that what you were doing? You better hurry up and apologize to…” “No need.” Jenna interrupted her. “Go to your room and pack up your belongings, I want both you and your niece out of here!” The housemaid’s lips quivered. She wanted to plead for mercy. However, she had been attending to Jenna long enough to understand what she was like. She would be very co

“I’m only here to apply some ointment on you, why lock the door?” Jacob said frightfully, “Hey now, don’t try any funny games with me. Your wife is already getting suspicious, what if she starts overthinking?” Quinn was getting impatient. “Enough of your nonsense, just lock the door when I tell you to, alright?” Jacob went to lock the bedroom door and when he returned to the bathroom, Quinn had already stepped out of the bathtub by himself. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was wiping his hair with another towel. Jacob was shocked by the sight of this. “Look at you go, when have you ever needed advice on getting girls from me? It seems like you’re an expert yourself!” “I only managed to start walking around a few days ago, I can only walk slowly right now.” Quinn said bluntly, “And my eyes have not recovered yet, everything I see is a blur.” Jacob chuckled. After stepping out of the bathroom, Jacob opened the medicine kit and produced a bottle of ointment fo

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