Chapter 541 Quinn's Confession, Despised
The hotel suite was fully furnished, but every potential hiding spot was frustratingly obvious.
The space was limited, and no matter where they hid, they would be found and dragged out.
In a panic, Arabella grabbed Quinn's collar, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Mr. Kingsley, what do we do?"
Quinn cursed under his breath, pulling Arabella by the wrist towards the suite. "Follow me!"
"Okay!"
Arabella, out of ideas, obediently followed Quinn into the suite, her eyes darting around for a hiding place.
Quinn pressed her head down. "What are you looking at? Get under the bed! Now!"
"What!"
"Under the bed? Are you serious?"
"If you don't want to be found, get under there now! Stop talking, they're almost here, hurry!"
Quinn pushed Arabella's head down, shoving her small frame under the bed. "Is there a frame under there? Grab onto it and lift yourself, stay close to the bed frame, and don't make a sound!"
Arabella gritted her teeth, wanting to curse. "You think I'm James Bond? If I had those skills, I'd be out there fighting them already."
"Shut up!"
Quinn darted to the window, flung it open, then quickly crawled under the bed.
The bed was wide, and the frame underneath was large enough, but the space was incredibly tight.
Their shoulders touched, breaths mingled, and the tension under the bed grew hotter and more suffocating as footsteps approached.
"Where are they? How did they disappear?"
An angry shout came from the living room, followed by the sound of a table being kicked over.
There were at least five people, their footsteps frantic and disorganized, the sound of leather shoes scraping the floor occasionally producing a sharp sound.
Arabella held her breath, her pale face quickly covered in a fine layer of sweat.
The suppressed breathing and the rapid pounding of her heart made the atmosphere even more tense and thrilling.
Quinn clung to the frame, glancing at Arabella.
Her face was flushed from holding her breath, her delicate skin glistening with sweat, giving it a rosy hue. Without her glasses, her long eyelashes curled beautifully, and her eyes were exceptionally bright and captivating.
Quinn swallowed instinctively, surprised at how stunning she looked today. He hadn't had time to appreciate it earlier, but now he found her quite pleasing to the eye.
Who transformed this hillbilly?
"Search! This is the top floor, he can't escape!"
The sound of things being kicked and thrown around continued in the living room, then the footsteps approached the bedroom.
Arabella gasped in fear, almost letting out a scream, but she clamped her mouth shut just in time.
Quinn took a sharp breath. If she made a sound, they were both done for.
"No one here! Can't find them!"
"Don't miss a single spot! Search carefully! If Mr. Kingsley is lost, you'll all be in big trouble!"
"Yes, sir!"
A pair of feet and a part of a leg appeared in front of the bed.
The black dress pants pulled up slightly as the person bent over, then a hand lifted the hanging bed skirt.
The man yanked the bed skirt up, glanced at the floor, and saw no one.
"The window! The bedroom window is open, there's a drainpipe and an air conditioning unit outside. Did he climb down the pipe?"
"Damn! Let's go! Chase him!"
"Yes, sir!"
The aggressive footsteps hurriedly left the suite, and the door slammed shut with a heavy sound.
Arabella's last bit of strength gave out, and she fell flat on her stomach. "That was so damn intense, Mr. Kingsley! Don't you know rich kids are easy targets for kidnappers? Next time, bring security with you! You scared me to death!"
Quinn let go and fell beside her, both of them lying on the floor, turning to look at each other.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the heat between them intensified.
Arabella found herself lost in Quinn's eyes, which were usually mischievous but now looked serious, staring back at her. The moment seemed to stretch infinitely.
Quinn swallowed, his voice sounding unfamiliar even to himself. "Hillbilly, how did you get so pretty?"
Arabella, already scared half to death, was stunned by his compliment, her heart pounding like a drum.
"You, you should get out!"
Quinn tilted his head, boldly looking at her, his mouth forming a teasing smile. "Hillbilly, why did you take off your glasses? You look good without them. You should wear contacts from now on."
Arabella bit her lip lightly. "Are you getting out or not?"
"What's the rush? I'm not done talking. Hey, hillbilly, you even put on makeup today. Did you do it for me? That's thoughtful."
Used to Quinn's usual bullying, Arabella found his sudden praise filled with malice, her mind unable to process it.
Arabella chuckled. She bent her elbow and jabbed it hard into Quinn's stomach. "Get out!"
"Ah! Damn, hillbilly, you're a violent maniac! Are you crazy?" Quinn winced in pain, his handsome features contorting.
Arabella fixed her hair, biting her lower lip. "Are you getting out?"
Quinn, in his elegant suit, was a sight to behold, but she didn't appreciate it at all, which infuriated him. "Hillbilly, do you know who you're with? With me, you should be grateful even if you had to hide in a furnace."
What a load of crap.
Arabella ignored him, crawling out from the other side, straightening her clothes, and preparing to leave without looking back.
"Hey, hillbilly."
Quinn called out to the fuming Arabella, his tall, lean figure approaching her.
His black suit contrasted with her white dress, making them look unexpectedly well-matched.
"What?" Arabella snapped.
Quinn ruffled his styled hair. "Thanks for today."
Arabella looked up, noticing a faint blush on Quinn's face.
No way? Quinn was blushing?
Why would he be embarrassed?
Quinn quickly looked away. "Alright, let's go!"
Arabella burst out laughing. "Quinn, you look like you're in love. Do you like me?"
Quinn leaned down, his lips almost touching hers. "What? Excited? Happy that I like you?"
He was so close that Arabella felt her face heat up from his proximity. She swallowed hard. "You're joking!"
"Who's joking? I do like you, hillbilly. I'm curious, how did I end up liking someone as plain as you?"
"You're crazy!"
Arabella's face turned red, and she fled from his gaze.
Quinn chased her to the parking garage, where he saw a white Mercedes, supposedly a gift from her boyfriend.
"Hillbilly, what kind of car do you like? I'll get you a new one. This one doesn't suit you, it's too ugly."
Arabella got into the car. "I like cars you haven't been in! I prefer driving alone. Goodbye. Oh, and Quinn, find someone else to flirt with next time."
The white Mercedes sped away, leaving Quinn standing in the garage, rubbing his forehead. "Damn it! Being liked by me is an honor! Are you kidding me?"
Brooklyn sat in her living room watching the news.
Every channel, from finance to entertainment to local news, was covering the events of today's wedding.
The names Megan, Simon, and Susie, already overexposed by the media, were being reinterpreted in a new light.
Brooklyn frowned, turning off the TV in boredom.
At that moment, the automatic gate of the villa opened, and Sebastian's car drove into the courtyard.
The servants prepared slippers and coffee, respectfully welcoming Sebastian home.
As soon as he entered, Sebastian saw Brooklyn resting on the sofa.
A smile spread across his face as he walked over and sat beside her.
"How are you feeling? Still tired?"
Brooklyn shook her head. "I've been resting, I'm not tired. By the way, I just watched the news. Megan and Lawrence are probably facing a huge disaster. Do you have any plans?"
Sebastian's long fingers leisurely loosened his tie, which hung loosely around his neck, giving him a lazy, noble air.
"Megan is in the hospital, darling. How could I take advantage of that?"
Brooklyn raised an eyebrow. "Sebastian, haven't you taken advantage of situations before? Don't act like you're some noble gentleman."
Sebastian took her hand in his. "Megan doesn't deserve it."
Then, Sebastian's brow furrowed again as he touched her hand. "What's going on? Are you still cold? Why are your hands so cold?"
He checked her forehead, no fever. "Is there anywhere else you feel unwell?"
Brooklyn shook her head. "No, it's strange. My hands do feel cold. Maybe I'm hungry?"
Sebastian ordered the kitchen to serve dinner immediately. "Bring the soup for Mrs. Kingsley first."
They sat at the dining table and had dinner. Surprisingly, they didn't receive any calls that evening.
Late at night, Brooklyn woke up in pain.
An indescribable pain shot from her feet to her head, making her want to cry and scream, but she couldn't.
It felt like something was stuck in her throat, choking her, causing intense pain and pressure.
"Darling," Brooklyn pushed Sebastian, struggling to speak.
Sebastian woke up suddenly, turning on the light to see Brooklyn clutching her throat, gasping for air, her pale face flushed red.
"Darling, what's wrong?"
Sebastian covered her hands with his, feeling the coldness.
Brooklyn shook her head, her eyes swelling with urgency. She finally managed to speak. "Quick, contact Dr. Harrington."
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