Chapter 115 Unusual
Love? This word sounds like magic when spoken by Quentin,' Lauren thought.
"What are you saying?" Lauren cried, unable to hold back her laughter, finding it hard to believe that those words had come from Quentin's mouth.
"You are so silly, and foolish. I love you, Lauren." Quentin looked at Lauren earnestly, this time not hesitating to express his true feelings.
He felt that occasionally showing vulnerability in front of the woman he loved was the right thing to do.
This time, Lauren burst into tears, not expecting Quentin to confess his love to her truly. Although the timing was not ideal, Lauren couldn't help but throw her arms around Quentin's neck.
"I'm not silly. I'm not foolish, I..." Lauren said.
Quentin gasped in pain, and Lauren realized that her movement had aggravated Quentin's wound on his arm.
"I'm sorry, I won't move anymore. Quentin, you have got to be okay. You will be fine." Lauren hastily wiped away her tears, both worried and happy, anxiously waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
"Silly girl, I'm fine. Don't cry anymore." Quentin used his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Lauren's ear, looking at her with affection.
Seeing Quentin looking at her with so much love, Lauren's face turned red with a blush, unable to contain her joy.
"Quentin, are you really Quentin? Why are you so different today?" Lauren was a bit confused, unable to believe that Quentin could be so gentle with her.
Quentin's back was drenched in sweat from the pain, yet he understood that Lauren had not yet overcome the trauma of the divorce.
It was a rare moment, a chance to express his true feelings despite the pain, a reminder to etch deeply in his memory that his love for her was sincere.
"Lauren, listen to me. I want to be with you and raise our child together. I love you with pure love, untainted by any secrets," Quentin confessed passionately.
Lauren nodded repeatedly, "I believe you."
The ambulance and police soon arrived. Supported by a nurse, Quentin got into the ambulance. Lauren, holding Quentin's other hand tightly, followed him in.
Meanwhile, the police took Wendy away; she would pay for her actions.
"Doctor, the patient has been burned by sulfuric acid," the nurse exclaimed in shock.
She had witnessed many patients enduring excruciating pain from sulfuric acid splashes, yet Quentin remained stoic, not uttering a word of discomfort. She deeply admired his resilience.
"Alright, I understand. Prepare the bandages quickly. I'll start by neutralizing the sulfuric acid on his clothes, and then you can cut off the contaminated clothing. Also, call the hospital and ask them to prepare a diluted ammonia solution for immediate use upon our arrival," the doctor instructed, organizing everything methodically.
The nurse hurried off to make the necessary arrangements. Although Quentin's wound wasn't large, its severity was evident, and he was already showing signs of fever due to infection.
Lauren touched Quentin's burning forehead, feeling extremely worried.
All of this happened because of her. If it weren't for her, Wendy wouldn't have splashed sulfuric acid on Quentin, and he would still be the elegant man that he was, instead of lying in the ambulance covered in wounds.
"Quentin, you must hold on. We will be there soon!" Lauren softly called Quentin's name.
She felt as if she were about to lose him, and the despairing darkness threatening to engulf her was a burden she could hardly bear.
Why do people have to wait until they lose something to appreciate it? Why do they insist on being stubborn, showing off, and making things difficult for each other?
Lauren couldn't stop the tears brought on by anxiety, but Quentin chuckled softly. "I'm not going to die, so don't look like you've lost your husband."
"Don't say that! You won't die. I won't allow it!" Lauren cried even harder.
Seeing Lauren's distress, the doctor felt a bit sympathetic. "Don't worry, he's just burned. There's no danger to his life. We'll need to wait until we get back to the hospital to make an accurate assessment of the burn severity."
"Thank you, doctor," Lauren said, wiping her tears and expressing her gratitude.
The ambulance raced towards the hospital. Upon arrival, nurses and doctors swiftly wheeled Quentin into the treatment room. Outside, Lauren stood in a daze. Though she knew Quentin's life wasn't in jeopardy, she remained deeply concerned.
After this incident, Lauren suddenly had a revelation.
She loved Quentin deeply, as Quentin did. His actions were enough to show her the place she held in his heart.
Moreover, they were expecting a child soon. Some things didn't need to be dwelled upon, living a simple life would bring happiness.
Lauren decided to reassess her future with Quentin. After all, his love was something she had diligently pursued for two years. Witnessing his genuine feelings, she no longer felt conflicted about their past.
When Quentin was wheeled out after the doctors had treated his wounds, Lauren went up to him.
"Quentin, how are you feeling now?" Lauren's eyes sparkled as if they held countless stars.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. They gave me a painkiller," Quentin said, smiling at Lauren. It had been a long time since she had looked at him with such concern.
"Alright, I'll take you to your ward," Lauren said, following the nurse as they wheeled Quentin to his room.
Once they returned to the ward, Quentin called Cecilia to manage his hospital admission.
When Cecilia saw Lauren, heavily pregnant, he was too shocked to speak.
"You're pregnant! Is it Mr. Robinson's?" Cecilia's mouth hung open, unable to believe that Lauren was carrying Quentin's child and that she was so far along.
"What? Do you have a problem with that?" Quentin glanced at the blushing Lauren, then turned and coldly addressed Cecilia.
Cecilia quickly snapped out of it. "No, I don't."
Cecilia silently berated himself for meddling in Quentin's affairs, 'Was I trying to shorten my lifespan?'
So, Cecilia wisely left the scene to handle the hospital admission procedures.
"You're too harsh," Lauren whispered. She knew Cecilia meant no harm. He was expressing his surprise, but Quentin had intimidated his statement.
She couldn't help but admire Cecilia for being able to work as Quentin's secretary for so long.
Quentin didn't seem to care. He looked at Lauren with deep affection and said, "My tenderness is reserved only for you."
Lauren blushed at Quentin's words. 'Quentin is too strange. Why is he so romantic today? Did that acid splash change him?' Lauren asked herself.
Lauren quickly shook her head, thinking, 'Why did I entertain such a strange thought? If pain could change him, Quentin would be changing constantly.'
