Chapter 122 Enrolling in Classes
Quentin stayed in the hospital for ten days until the wound on his arm completely healed. Each time the doctor made his rounds, he was met with Lauren's concerned gaze, which left him deeply conflicted and could only offer perfunctory remarks. After all, Quentin had so much influence, the doctor didn’t dare to offend him.
Recently, Lauren had been feeling a bit down. She felt deeply guilty that Quentin had been injured while saving her, but staying in the hospital every day did little to lift her spirits. Quentin knew that keeping Lauren confined to the hospital room wasn’t ideal, even though the room was as luxurious as a presidential suite. So, he secretly made some arrangements.
That day, when Lauren returned from fetching some documents from the doctor, she found Quentin had changed out of his hospital gown and into sportswear. No matter what Quentin wore, he looked good. The gray-blue tracksuit only accentuated his masculine charm.
Lauren couldn't help but blush as she looked at the cheerful Quentin.
"Quentin, why do you change your clothes?" she asked.
Quentin leisurely put on his sneakers, casually tucking the laces inside. With an injured left hand, he had to act the part perfectly to avoid Lauren suspecting he was deliberately prolonging his hospital stay.
"Aren't you bored staying in the hospital every day? I'll take you out for a walk," Quentin said as he stood up, his arm still wrapped in bandages.
"Your wound hasn't healed yet. You can't go out. Just stay here and rest. I'm fine," Lauren said worriedly, fearing that going out might worsen his condition.
Quentin had already made up his mind and wouldn't easily change it, especially since his wound had already healed.
"It's fine. I asked the doctor. He said I could go out. Stop fussing and come with me," Quentin insisted, grabbing Lauren's clothes with his right hand and leading her outside. But after just a few steps, Lauren stopped.
"Wait a minute," Lauren said.
Quentin turned around, puzzled, and looked at Lauren.
Lauren let go of Quentin's hand and slowly squatted down. "Your shoelaces aren't tied. It's not safe or comfortable to walk."
As she spoke, she tied Quentin's shoelaces. Her petite figure squatting in front of him gave Quentin an urge to embrace her.
Quentin acted on his impulse and hugged her. Lauren felt the weight of his body and blushed even more.
"This is the hallway. Don't do this," Lauren said, turning away and quickly tying Quentin's shoelaces before standing up.
Reluctantly, Quentin let go of Lauren and helped her up with his right hand. Lauren was always considerate and always took care of him attentively. He had grown to love this feeling completely. He didn't want to go to work, wanting to spend every day with Lauren.
Quentin could now understand why some historical figures would go to great lengths for their beloved. Lauren deserved all his love.
The driver was already waiting for them downstairs. Lauren and Quentin got into the car together. She didn't ask where they were going, knowing that with Quentin around, she had nothing to worry about.
The car drove slowly. A bored Lauren looked out the window, noticing that they were heading towards the suburbs. She was puzzled, thinking, 'Why go to the suburbs in this season? Can we be going hiking?'
Lauren glanced at Quentin and immediately dismissed the idea. Although Quentin was in good shape, he was still an injured man and couldn't engage in strenuous activities.
As soon as Quentin got into the car, he closed his eyes to rest. Lauren was a bit puzzled but didn't disturb him, deciding to rest as well. After more than an hour, the car finally stopped. Lauren opened her eyes and saw that they had arrived at a maternity wellness center.
"Quentin, why are we here?" Lauren asked, puzzled.
"To learn," Quentin replied, as brief as ever.
Lauren grumbled inwardly. 'Will it kill Quentin to say a few more words? He is always so aloof.'
"There's nothing to learn. I'm healthy. The baby is doing great. It's a place for people who have too much time on their hands," Lauren muttered.
"We have plenty of time." Quentin raised an eyebrow.
All right, Lauren accepted that Quentin also found staying in the hospital too boring and had come out to find something to do. But he shouldn't be dragging her along for fun. She had no interest in coming to such a place at all!
"We don't need to waste time in a place like this," Lauren said helplessly, wanting to leave.
"I've already arranged the courses for you. Don't worry. They won't be too difficult. I tailor them to your intelligence level," Quentin said, turning to look at Lauren.
'This is an insult to her intelligence! It is unbearable!' Lauren thought.
"Quentin, what do you mean? If you don't explain, I'm not going anywhere!" Lauren pouted, clearly angry, and the consequences would be serious.
Quentin walked step by step towards Lauren, finally stopping in front of her. "I can't believe you don't understand what I'm trying to say. My meaning is quite clear."
Lauren clenched her fist, wanting to swing it at him, but considering Quentin was an injured man, she stopped. She knew her strength wouldn't pose any threat to Quentin anyway.
"If you think it's polite to keep the teacher waiting, then continue pondering in the cold wind. I'm going inside," Quentin said, waving his hand and walking into the building without looking back.
Lauren stomped her foot in frustration, having seen right through Quentin.
Following Quentin into the building, Lauren had some understanding of such wellness centers. They offered prenatal yoga and played pleasant music but charged exorbitant fees, which she found unreasonable.
At that moment, a well-dressed woman approached them.
"Hello, Mr. Robinson. I don't expect you to come in person. I'm Hannah Harris, the instructor for your course," Hannah said warmly, extending her hand to shake Quentin's.
Lauren walked over, and Quentin put his arm around her shoulder. "This is my wife. As I mentioned before, we need private lessons."
"Of course," Hannah agreed with a smile, turning to look at Lauren, momentarily lost in thought. "Hello, Mrs. Robinson."
"Hello," Lauren replied.
"Alright, please follow me. We specialize in services for expectant mothers. I see that Mrs. Robinson is quite far along in her pregnancy. Let's start with exercises suitable for you, shall we? If you feel uncomfortable at any point during the lessons, please let me know immediately. I'll arrange more suitable instructions for you. Is that okay?" Hannah said with a friendly smile.
"Okay," Lauren replied, walking and taking in the surroundings. It's no wonder this place catered to the wealthy. Even the decor was exquisite.
The interior featured warm-toned furnitures. The walls were painted a soft orange. Baby photos and posters were everywhere, creating a very cozy atmosphere.
