Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 47: Vivian, I Can’t Live Without You

The man took a sip of water and said calmly, "I don’t know him. Who is he?"

"Ahem, he’s my husband. I just feel like you two have a very similar way of speaking." Vivian Quinn smiled. "Thank you for the reminder. I’ll be careful. Let’s all just enjoy our meal today and not let things get unpleasant, okay?"

"Okay," the man replied faintly.

Vivian Quinn tugged the corner of Shane Shaw’s shirt. "Sit down and eat."

"Fine. I can’t be bothered to argue with him."

Shane Shaw was a carefree guy, so he quickly moved on from the matter.

The hot pot dinner didn’t end until after one in the morning. Vivian Quinn yawned and said to the two of them, "I’m dead tired and going to bed. There are a few extra rooms here, so if you two don’t want to go home, just find a place to sleep."

"Boss, I’m super tired too. I’m staying here. I’ve never stayed at The Platinum Hall before!"

Vivian Quinn was so exhausted she went straight to her room, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep instantly.

A long while later, the door to her room creaked open. Black leather shoes padded across the soft carpet, stopping at the edge of the bed.

The man sat on the edge of the bed. Watching the girl sleeping soundly, he slowly removed his sunglasses.

Behind the sunglasses was a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes. His features were exquisitely flawless, completely at odds with his otherwise average-looking face.

"Vivian, I’m sorry..." The man raised his hand, gently stroking the girl’s face. "Maybe one day you’ll still blame me for deceiving you, but right now, I have no other way to get close to you."

"You’ve never truly loved someone, so you wouldn’t understand. I can’t live without you..."

...

Vivian Quinn had a dream.

In her dream, Jett Sterling was holding her tightly, refusing to let her go. He begged for her forgiveness and told her he loved her.

He said it over and over again, until Vivian Quinn’s heart began to melt.

Seeing her start to soften, Jett Sterling leaned in to kiss her.

As if in a trance, Vivian Quinn closed her eyes...

"Boss? Boss!"

A sharp voice cut through the air. Vivian Quinn’s eyes flew open to see Shane Shaw’s face.

"AH!" Vivian Quinn bolted upright. "What are you doing in here?"

"I heard you talking and thought you were awake, so I came in to check." Shane Shaw looked at her suspiciously. "Were you just dreaming?"

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"What did I say?"

"You just kept saying things like, ’Don’t touch me, I hate your guts,’ and then you went quiet, puckering your lips... I don’t know what for..." Shane Shaw suddenly realized. "Boss, don’t tell me you were having a wet dream! You were puckering up for a kiss!"

Vivian Quinn: "!!!" ’I’m so mortified I could die!’

"I was not! Get out, I’m getting up!"

"Okay, hurry up. It’s already noon. We should go out for lunch."

"Okay." After washing up, Vivian Quinn came out but didn’t see Zachary Quinn. "Where’s Zachary Quinn?"

"He left this morning. Said he had something to take care of today and couldn’t work."

"Alright. What do you want to eat?"

"I’ve been dying to try this one restaurant. I even made reservations yesterday. I’ll take you to check it out."

"Sounds good."

The two arrived at a restaurant. Just as they sat down and began to order, a familiar voice reached their ears.

"Well, if it isn’t Vivian Quinn. Found a new man already? What happened to the cripple? And where’s that bodyguard?"

Vivian Quinn turned to see Nina King sashaying toward her.

"Got a lot of free time?" Vivian Quinn’s lips curved into a smirk. "Oh, that’s right. I heard you offended a black card member—me—and got yourself blacklisted from that mall. Can’t go shopping there anymore, can you?"

"Vivian Quinn!" The memory of that day’s humiliation made Nina King fume. "I’ll get my revenge. You just wait!"

"I’m waiting. Bring it on."

"Don’t get too smug, Vivian Quinn!" Nina King’s eyes darted around. "You might have gotten your way at the mall with that black card, but today is different. Do you have any idea who owns this restaurant?"

"I have no interest in knowing."

"My uncle owns it! That means I’m in charge here today!"

Vivian Quinn laughed. "Oh, so it’s run by your relatives. No wonder business is so terrible."

"What nonsense are you spouting? This place does great business! You need to make a reservation in advance!"

"Uh, Boss, we did make a reservation. I’ve been wanting to try this place for ages," Shane Shaw chimed in.

Vivian Quinn flipped through the menu. "Well, since you’re so eager to eat here, I guess we’ll give it a try."

"You want to eat here? Well, I’m not going to let you!" Nina King said triumphantly, crooking a finger at the manager. "Get them out of here!"

The manager looked troubled. "Miss Nina, I’m not sure that’s a good idea."

"What’s not good about it? Can’t you see she’s a cripple? And ugly, too. Her presence will scare off the other customers. Get her out of here right now!"

The manager could only force himself to say, "I’m sorry, but could I ask the two of you to please dine elsewhere?"

"Why are you being so polite?" Nina King said haughtily. "Vivian Quinn, get the hell out of here now, or I’ll have security throw you out!"

Vivian Quinn calmly flipped through the menu. "I don’t see any reason why I should leave. I’m going to eat here. What are you going to do about it?"

"You’ve got a lot of nerve, trying to squat here and not leave?" Nina King shot a look at the manager. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and call security to get them out of here!"

"...Yes, ma’am."

The security guards arrived quickly and moved to drag Vivian Quinn away.

Before they could even touch Vivian Quinn, Shane Shaw shot up, grabbed one of the guard’s wrists, and with a sharp twist, a loud "CRACK" echoed as a bone in his hand snapped.

In the next second, a painful howl reverberated through the restaurant.

"AHHH—IT HURTS! MY HAND!"

Nina King stared at Shane Shaw, who was now on his feet, in disbelief. "You... you dare to injure someone? You people are completely out of control!"

Vivian Quinn glanced over at her. "I forgot to mention, my friend here has a bad temper. The consequences are especially severe for anyone who interrupts his meal."

The terrified manager shrank back. "Miss Nina, maybe we should just let it go. We’re a business, after all. Every customer is a guest."

"You shut your mouth!" Nina King glared at him. "You useless coward. This is our turf. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Call more men over! I’m going to teach this insolent little bitch a lesson today!"

"What are you standing there for? Go!"

"What’s all this commotion?" a middle-aged man with a potbelly asked as he walked over.

"Uncle!" Nina King’s face lit up. She immediately rushed over, hugging the man’s arm and pouting. "These two offended me. Not only are they refusing to leave, but they also dared to injure a security guard. I was just about to teach them a lesson."

"They dared to bully my precious niece? And injure my security guard?" Marcus Thorne glared at the pair. "Since you’re tired of living, I’ll be happy to oblige you!"

Nina King gloated, looking down her nose at Vivian Quinn. "I’ll give you one chance. Kneel and kowtow in apology, then chug two bottles of liquor. After that, I’ll consider letting you go."

The manager immediately brought over two bottles of high-proof liquor.

Vivian Quinn smiled. "And if I refuse?"

A vicious glint flashed in Nina King’s eyes. "Then I’ll have someone pour it down your throat for you!"

"Uncle, can I?"

"Of course." Marcus Thorne looked at her dotingly. "My dearest Nina can do whatever she wants."

"Thank you, Uncle! I love you the most..."

Vivian Quinn nearly gagged. "Nina King, your voice is so sickeningly fake. You’ve made me lose my appetite."

"Pfft..." Shane Shaw snickered. "Boss, I was thinking the same thing."

"You..." Nina King was about to explode with rage. "Uncle, look! They’re bullying me!"

"How dare they bully my Nina like this! They’re courting death!" Marcus Thorne ordered, "Men, take them to my private lounge. I’ll show them what a real lesson looks like!"

"My uncle dotes on me the most!"

Shane Shaw cracked his knuckles, ready for a good fight, when a cell phone suddenly began to ring insistently.

It was Marcus Thorne’s phone.

He swiped to answer. "Dad, what’s up? ... What? How is that possible? ... I understand."

Marcus Thorne hung up. Seeing the two towering bodyguards about to grab Vivian Quinn’s shoulders, he cried out in alarm, "Stop! Stop right now!"

The bodyguards froze. "President Thorne, what’s wrong?"

Marcus Thorne studied Vivian Quinn’s face, a thoughtful expression crossing his own.

"Uncle, what’s wrong?" Nina King asked curiously. "Was that Grandpa on the phone? What did he say to you?"

Marcus Thorne forced a smile. "Nina, hurry up and apologize to Miss Quinn."

"...What?" Nina King let out a derisive laugh, as if she’d heard a joke. "Uncle, are you confused? Vivian Quinn offended me. You were about to teach her a lesson for me."

Marcus Thorne gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and slapped Nina King across the face. "You damn brat! I told you to apologize to Miss Quinn! Are you deaf?!"

It wasn’t just Nina King and the bodyguards; even Vivian Quinn was stunned.

’What kind of bizarre move is this?’

Nina King took the full force of the slap. She stumbled, lost her balance, and fell to the floor, her head spinning in a daze.

When she finally came to her senses, she clutched her face and broke down in tears. "Uncle, you hit me? You’ve never hit me before!"

"If you don’t listen, of course I can hit you! Apologize to Miss Quinn right now. If she refuses to forgive you, I can’t help you either!"

Nina King cried until she was gasping for air. "Why? Why should I? Why are you so afraid of her?"

"I told you to apologize, so just do it!"

"I won’t!" Nina King had been spoiled rotten since she was a child. Everyone around her had always catered to her every whim.

She had only been humiliated twice in her life: once at the Quinn Family estate, where she was force-fed liquor and slapped, and once at the mall, where she was blacklisted. Both times were because of Vivian Quinn.

So she hated her to the very bone.

Today was even more outrageous. Her own uncle had slapped her for no reason and was now demanding she apologize to Vivian Quinn. Absolutely not!

"So you’re not going to apologize, is that it?" Marcus Thorne said, his voice full of bitter disappointment. "Men, force her to the ground. Make her kneel and apologize to Miss Quinn!"

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguards had no choice but to comply.

"AH!" Nina King was forced to her knees. Overcome with humiliation, she screamed through her tears, "Vivian Quinn, I’m going to kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!"

"Shut your mouth!" Marcus Thorne said, turning back to Vivian with an obsequious smile. "Miss Quinn, Nina is just an ignorant child. Please don’t lower yourself to her level."

Vivian Quinn gave a faint smile. "I’m the type to hold a grudge. There’s no way I’m just letting this go."

The feud between them was already set in stone. She had no reason to be magnanimous.

As for the exact reason Marcus Thorne was so terrified, she would definitely investigate it later.

Marcus Thorne secretly gritted his teeth. "Then what does Miss Quinn propose?"

"A taste of her own medicine. Wasn’t Miss King just trying to make me drink? These two bottles are for her now."

The memory of being force-fed liquor made Nina King feel sick. "Vivian Quinn, you wouldn’t dare!"

"Oh, I don’t plan on getting my own hands dirty."

A sense of dread washed over Nina King. She instinctively looked toward Marcus Thorne. "Uncle, you’re not actually going to listen to her, are you?"

Remembering the phone call, Marcus Thorne hardened his heart and ordered, "Pour those two bottles down her throat."

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguards forcibly poured the liquor into Nina King’s mouth.

Although she struggled desperately, spitting much of it out, at least half of it went down her throat.

His heart aching for his niece, Marcus Thorne asked, "Is Miss Quinn satisfied now?"

Vivian Quinn knew when to quit while she was ahead. "Much better. Now I’m in the mood to eat."

"That’s good, then."

Nina King let out a drunken hiccup, too miserable to even cry anymore.

"Nina, let’s go."

Marcus Thorne had just reached out to help her up when Nina King shoved him away. "Get away from me! I hate you!"

"Nina, don’t be stubborn. Come with me."

"You’re not my uncle, you’re Vivian Quinn’s uncle!" Nina King wailed, heartbroken. "Go away! Just go away!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Marcus Thorne raised his hand. "Take the young lady to my private lounge to rest."

"Yes, sir."

Once they had all left, Shane Shaw immediately asked, "Boss, what was that all about?"

Vivian Quinn gave a faint, humorless smile. "Besides my incredibly well-connected, soon-to-be ex-husband, I can’t think of anyone else."

"The guy in the wheelchair is that powerful?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Shane Shaw saw a familiar figure enter the restaurant.

He grew inexplicably nervous. "Boss, it looks like you really can’t badmouth people behind their backs. Speak of Julian Caldwell and he arrives. Jett Sterling is here!"