Chapter 482 Wanting You
Opening her mouth to speak, Maeve found no words came out. Lowering her head, her ears turned bright red as she got lost in thought.
Quinn, however, didn't plan to let her off so easily. "You called me during the day, saying you were in pain and asked if I could come to be with you. Now you regret it?"
Biting her lip, Maeve was unsure of what to say. Having called Quinn back, she hadn't expected things to go this way.
Seeing Quinn as someone she could rely on—besides her mother, Lina Murphy, only he had been good to her—she had dared to ask him to return, saying she needed him.
Not expecting him to actually come back because of her words, Maeve felt her heart hit hard, causing ripples.
Later, Quinn became assertive and even tried to kiss her. Though it was a bit embarrassing, she didn't reject it.
Having never been in a relationship, she wasn't sure if this heart-pounding feeling was love, but she followed her heart and didn't resist.
Quinn frowned and asked again, "Why did you call me back?"
Thinking of this, Maeve's eyes suddenly reddened. "I'm sorry, I really didn't know who else to call at that time, so I called you. My mom's condition has worsened. The doctor said if she doesn't have surgery soon, her life will be in danger."
Maeve's hometown wasn't here, so she hardly knew anyone in Aramore.
The classmates she used to know didn't have the connections or money to lend her.
In a critical moment, she thought of Quinn.
Quinn was silent for a moment, then took out his phone and made a call to his subordinate.
He said a few words to the other person, then paused and asked Maeve, "Which hospital is her in?"
Maeve felt a glimmer of hope and quickly said, "Crystalview Hospital in Aramore, neurosurgery department."
Quinn nodded and then said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Did you hear that? Help me contact an expert in this field, and make it quick."
The subordinate immediately agreed to the order.
After hanging up the phone, Quinn tossed his phone onto the table and stared at Maeve.
Maeve's eyes welled up with tears, and she held back her excitement as she thanked Quinn. "Mr. Worthington, thank you, really, thank you so much."
Although Quinn had a cold personality, he was truly a good person.
Quinn casually sat on the sofa, crossing his legs and lazily draping his arm over the back of the sofa, looking at her leisurely.
"Maeve," Quinn called her name, his deep voice cold yet inexplicably tender. "I'm a businessman; I never make a losing deal."
Feeling stunned and confused, Maeve sensed an indescribable aggressiveness in Quinn's otherwise expressionless face, making her want to run away. However, thinking of Lina's illness, she forced herself to stay.
"What do you want?" asked she.
"You," Quinn answered bluntly.
Maeve was at a loss for words, her cheeks turning bright red from Quinn's overwhelming straightforwardness.
Seeing Maeve's hesitation, Quinn said in a low voice, "You don't have to give me an answer right away. I can give you time to think about it. Is three days enough?"
Nervously pinching the hem of her clothes, Maeve sensed Quinn's assertive attitude, which left no doubt he was determined to win. Overwhelmed, she nodded and quickly left. Quinn didn't stop her; he was resolute in having her.
On the other side, Abigail and Gregory walked out of Quinn's villa, exchanging glances.
Abigail couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "Gregory, did I see that right?"
"No, Quinn is probably truly in love." Gregory said.
After a pause, he added, "Maybe not love, because that girl looked completely scared, she probably hasn't agreed to Quinn yet."
Abigail swallowed nervously and blurted out, "Is this a forced romance?"
Gregory was silent.
He helplessly rubbed his temples and reached out to ruffle Abigail's hair. "Stop reading those trashy novels with Tricia."
Abigail angrily slapped his hand away and glared at him. "I've only read one, and you caught me. I don't read them often."
Ever since getting pregnant, Tricia became obsessed with romance novels, insisting that Abigail read them too. It's all Tricia's fault.
Tricia often sent long voice messages on WhatsApp, expressing emotions like, "I'm so happy I'm rolling on the bed," "I'm so sad I can't take it," and "I'm so angry, this male lead is heartless; I feel so bad for the female lead."
Abigail was also helpless, her mind filled with forced "plotlines."
But thinking of Quinn and Maeve, she couldn't help but worry. "I think my concern is not unfounded. Quinn's attitude towards Maeve is a bit strange."
Whether he loved her or not was unclear, but his possessiveness was undeniably strong—almost frightening. Abigail was concerned about Quinn's state and even more worried about what would happen if Maeve got hurt.
Growing up in an environment where psychologists often have their own issues, Quinn carried the stigma of being an illegitimate child for over twenty years.
"Alright, stop overthinking. I'll find a chance to probe Quinn's attitude tomorrow, and then we'll know, won't we?" said Gregory.
That made sense.
Abigail nodded and took Gregory's hand, ready to leave.
Just then, Henry arrived late. "Sorry, there was traffic. Why are you standing here instead of going in?"
Abigail and Gregory exchanged a glance and dragged Henry away.
She said, "Quinn has something to do. Come hang out at our place."
Henry, who was inexplicably dragged back to the car, was silent.
Who was he?
Where was he?
What was he here for again?
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
