Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 109: I Want to Be Alone

Their eyes met, but the atmosphere between them was nothing like before.

Vivian Quinn moved her lips, wanting to say something, but her throat felt as if it were blocked, and no words came out.

She turned numbly, walked stiffly out of the private room, and rigidly pressed the elevator button.

"Vivian Quinn!" Ian Sterling caught up to her. "Are you okay?"

The girl stood motionless, as if paralyzed, her unfocused eyes fixed on the elevator doors ahead.

"Vivian Quinn, don’t scare me!" Ian gripped her shoulders, forcing her to turn around. "Are you okay?"

Vivian Quinn looked at the worried face before her and finally, with great difficulty, snapped back to her senses. The next second, tears streamed down, falling hard and fast.

Ian was completely flustered. "Don’t cry! Don’t scare me, I’m the worst at comforting women!"

DING! The elevator doors opened, and Vivian Quinn hastily pushed Ian Sterling’s hands away and rushed inside.

"Vivian Quinn!" Ian was a beat too slow to follow her in and frantically pressed the elevator button.

It had started raining outside at some point. As if she hadn’t noticed, Vivian Quinn plunged into the downpour, walking aimlessly forward.

The pouring rain streamed down her face and into her mouth, making it impossible to tell if it was rain or tears.

The rain quickly soaked her through, chilling her to the point of shivering. But even so, she felt it was no colder than her own heart.

"Vivian Quinn!" Ian pulled his car up in front of her, got out, and grabbed her. "Are you crazy? Don’t you care about your own health? Get in the car!"

"Leave me alone..." Vivian tried to push his hand away but failed. She finally broke down, screaming hysterically, "Let go of me! Leave me alone! I want to be by myself!"

Ian froze.

He had seen many sides of Vivian Quinn—arrogant, stubborn—but this was the first time he had seen her lose control like this.

"Vivian Quinn, are you okay? Don’t scare me."

"I’m fine." Vivian managed to push him away, trying hard to calm herself. "Ian, my mind is a mess right now. I just want to be alone for a bit. Can you let me?"

"Okay." Ian nodded subconsciously. "I promise. Just don’t be angry, and don’t be sad."

"Thank you." Vivian Quinn turned and continued walking.

Ian got back in his car, wiped the rain from his face, started the engine, and quietly followed her.

He didn’t know where Vivian Quinn was going. From the path she was taking, perhaps she didn’t know either.

The sight of the girl’s frail silhouette in the curtain of rain was strangely heart-wrenching, looking as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Ian wanted to get out of the car countless times, but after some hesitation, he ultimately decided against it.

’Perhaps, just as she said, she needs to cool down right now.’

Ian followed her silently for over an hour. Finally, at an intersection, the frail figure in the distance could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

"Vivian Quinn!"

...

"Vivian, wake up, Vivian Quinn!"

A familiar voice reached her ears. Vivian Quinn struggled to open her eyes and saw an incomparably handsome face.

She smiled. "Jett Sterling, you’re back?"

"Yes, I’m back." Jett Sterling looked at her with a half-smile. "Get up."

"Get up for what?" Vivian Quinn was a bit dazed. ’This is my bed. I want to sleep.’

"This isn’t your bed." The warmth in the man’s eyes gradually turned cold. "This is my bed, and it’s no longer yours."

Vivian Quinn propped herself up. "Jett Sterling, what are you talking about?"

"I’ve made myself perfectly clear."

Just as Vivian was about to speak, a sound suddenly came from outside the door.

She looked toward the sound and saw a glamorous woman with big, wavy hair and heavy makeup walk in on high heels. She snuggled up intimately beside Jett Sterling, stood on her toes, and kissed him directly on his thin lips.

"Ah!" Vivian Quinn cried out and sat up abruptly, only then realizing she had been dreaming.

"You’re awake?" Ian, who had been dozing on the sofa, was startled awake by her cry. He yawned, glanced at his phone, and said, "It’s already morning. Vivian Quinn, you had a high fever all night. It just broke."

Vivian Quinn gasped for air, unable to recover from the shock for a long time.

"How are you feeling now?" Ian got up and poured her a glass of warm water. "Here, drink this. The doctor said you should drink plenty of water when you wake up."

"Thanks." Vivian Quinn took the glass and drank more than half of it. Her racing heart finally began to calm. "Ian, were you here taking care of me all night?"

"Of course. I’ve never had to wait on anyone like this before."

"Thank you, Ian."

"No need to be so polite between us." Ian asked tentatively, "Vivian Quinn, about what happened last night... what are you going to do?"

Vivian Quinn’s hand, holding the water glass, trembled. She lowered her gaze and said, "I don’t know."

"See? I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I? I told you my uncle wasn’t that simple!" Ian said, exasperated. "And another thing, I don’t mean to lecture you, but why would you torture yourself by walking in the rain over something like this? You even ended up fainting in it. If I hadn’t been following you secretly, you could have died, you know that?"

"Ian, thank you. I lost control last night and really wasn’t thinking straight. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t know what would have happened. I owe you big time."

"That’s right. You owe me your life. Don’t forget to pay me back someday."

Vivian Quinn looked up at him and opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Ian saw right through her. "What, you want to ask if my uncle came?"

Vivian Quinn nodded lightly.

"Vivian Quinn, can’t you have a little self-respect!" Ian flared up. "Aren’t you the type who has high standards in relationships? After he treated you like such scum, you’re still hoping he’ll come looking for you?"

"That’s not it!" Vivian Quinn pressed her lips together tightly. "I just think... he owes me an explanation."

"An explanation for what? Can’t you see he has a guilty conscience?" Ian said indignantly. "Forget coming here to see you, he hasn’t even called."

"Impossible!"

"What’s impossible? If you don’t believe me, look at your phone. It’s waterproof and still has a charge. He really didn’t call you, and he didn’t call me either."

Vivian Quinn’s thin body trembled violently. She shook her head in disbelief. "That’s impossible. He wouldn’t do this..."

"Vivian Quinn, stop deceiving yourself. Seeing is believing. You saw with your own eyes how intimate he was with another woman, and you felt how cold he was to you. Are you going to keep lying to yourself?"

"Ian, you don’t understand."

"You’re right, I don’t. I always thought you were someone with principles when it came to relationships, but I guess I was wrong."

Vivian Quinn wanted to speak but stopped, not knowing what to say at all.

"Alright, you look terrible, and your voice is all raspy. Lie down and rest. I’ll go buy you some congee."

The moment Ian left, the hospital room fell silent.

Vivian Quinn stared blankly into space, her mind still a complete void.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden knock on the door. Vivian Quinn snapped back to her senses and looked toward the entrance with anticipation.