Chapter 45 True Feelings Revealed in a Car Accident
Quentin stared intently ahead, focusing on driving. Lauren caught his expression from the corner of her eye and her heart began to race uncontrollably.
No wonder people say that there's something irresistibly attractive about a man who is focused. Lauren didn't know what Quentin was like at work, but seeing him like this now made her blush uncontrollably.
"Will you be going back to Henry’s?" Quentin suddenly asked.
"Yeah, as soon as the collaboration is over, I'll be going back to Henry."
Lauren felt a tinge of sadness. Her time at the Robinson Conglomerate was ending, which meant she would soon leave and lose the chance to see Quentin regularly.
Quentin remained silent, continuing to navigate the car.
Lauren knew she couldn't miss this opportunity to thank him, so she said, "I want to thank you for the Linda situation, for choosing to believe in me."
Quentin seemed unmoved and kept driving as if he hadn't heard her.
Just when Lauren thought he wouldn't respond, Quentin said coldly, "I am always fair."
Lauren nodded, turned her gaze out the window, and fell silent.
He claimed to be fair, yet why was he so cruel to her? Did he think that because she loved him, she had to become submissive?
Lauren was downcast, unable to fathom Quentin's actions.
Quentin was oblivious to Lauren's turmoil; he was basking in the pleasure of the evening. The occasional chats with Lauren were pleasant; sometimes he didn't mind how she ended up marrying him, which was a relief...
He didn't want to admit it, but this petite woman was somehow affecting his mood.
"If you want to stay at the Robinson Conglomerate, you can," Quentin offered calmly, surprising even himself with such a concession.
Lauren was astonished, her eyes wide as she looked at Quentin. What did he mean by this? Was he trying to keep her around, or was it purely in recognition of her professional skills?
After a moment's thought, she shook her head. No matter the reason, she shouldn't accept—it wouldn't be right. Quentin was like a perceptive panther who might see through her facade at any moment.
"Thank you for the generous offer, Mr. Robinson, but Henry has been good to me, and I enjoy my job there. I appreciate your kindness."
Sure enough, as soon as Lauren spoke those words, Quentin's demeanor shifted, becoming cold and imposing.
Few people in this world dared to refuse him, especially women.
Lauren really didn't know what was good for her. Why did she have to say what she did just now? It made him feel utterly humiliated.
Quentin experienced defeat for the first time, feeling extremely pissed off inside, yet unable to vent his anger. All he could do was step on the gas to channel the frustration bubbling within him.
Lauren could tell she had angered Quentin. She shrank into her seat, gripping the seatbelt tightly, fearing one wrong move might send her flying out of the car.
Quentin, fuming, stole a glance at Lauren. Did she have to look so damn scared? Her face, resigned to fate as if ridiculing him.
As Quentin got distracted, a large truck suddenly emerged in front of their car. It was too late for him to hit the brakes. By the time he reacted, the car had already crashed hard into the truck’s trailer. Unexpectedly, Lauren had thrown herself protectively in front of him, blood profusely flowing from her head. Quentin panicked; how could she be so foolish...
When Lauren saw the truck, it was already too late to warn Quentin. Without a second thought, her only instinct was to not let Quentin get hurt. She flung herself in front of him, and after that, she remembered nothing.
Her head throbbed with pain... such a warm embrace. Could it be Quentin? It felt so comforting. It was the first time Quentin held her, and she found his embrace unexpectedly alluring...
Quentin’s heart was in turmoil, not knowing how he managed to rush Lauren to the hospital, nor what he felt waiting outside the OR. When he regained his composure, he found himself covered in Lauren's blood, while that timid yet resilient woman lay inside the operating room.
It was all so unnecessary! Even without her protection, he wouldn't have been hurt. Didn't she know about the airbags in the car? She was so presumptuous! Quentin thought angrily.
Yet, in no time, Quentin was pacing outside the OR, consumed by anxiety.
Lauren couldn't die. He wouldn't allow it.
She just couldn't die, not like this.
He couldn't owe her such a huge favor.
That's when the doctor came out. "Sir, are you related to Lauren?" he asked.
Quentin nodded, "I'm her husband. How is she?"
The doctor spoke anxiously, "The patient is critical. She has a severe head injury, and there may be signs of a miscarriage. Please sign these papers so we can proceed with the surgery immediately."
"Miscarriage? What do you mean?" Quentin, upon hearing these words, was in disbelief.
The doctor was anxious but still patiently explained, "Sir, due to her injury, your unborn child may be impacted. So, to be safe, this document requires your consent."
Quentin's mind exploded with the news – that woman was pregnant! He quickly composed himself and hurried to sign the document.
"Doctor, please, you have to save her," Quentin implored.
The doctor nodded affirmatively. "We'll do our best," he said before turning and heading back into the operating room.
Meanwhile, Quentin was wrestling with mixed emotions. Lauren was carrying his child? Why hadn't she told him? Was the baby his?
Quentin was still overwhelmed by Lauren's sacrificial act of protecting him. Despite being so fragile, how had she mustered such courage to shield him with her body?
"I love you, I truly do, and that's not wrong!" Quentin recalled the words Lauren had said to him when they first got married, as she confronted him about his emotional coldness to assert her rights.
He never expected a woman's love to be so profound. It was a stark contrast to his first love and the pain that came with it. Perhaps without that hurt, he might have been more receptive to Lauren.
Four hours later, the lights in the operating room finally went off. Lauren was wheeled out by a nurse. Seeing Lauren's pale, bandaged face, Quentin felt an unusual pang of empathy. He watched her anxiously, as though she might disappear at any second.
The doctor approached Quentin and informed him, "The patient's surgery went well, and the child has been saved, but she will need to be closely monitored in the ICU for a few days."
Quentin nodded his thanks to the doctor.
