Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 48: I Can Kiss Her

Vivian Quinn turned, her eyes meeting the man’s who had followed her over.

She immediately looked away and went back to ordering.

"Vivian," Jett Sterling said, coming to her side. "Are you all right?"

"You had me followed, didn’t you?" Vivian Quinn asked coldly.

"I was worried about you. I hired people to protect you, not to follow you."

Vivian Quinn wasn’t an unreasonable person. "Thank you for standing up for me just now," she said. "You can go now."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Is a verbal ’thank you’ all I get? The least you could do is treat me to a meal, right?"

Vivian Quinn shot him a glare. "Jett Sterling, could you have some shame?"

"What’s shame good for?" The man gave a faint smile. "I just want to have dinner with my wife."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

Easton Rivers came forward and pulled out the chair beside Vivian Quinn, and Jett Sterling sat down next to her.

Vivian Quinn didn’t try to kick him out. It wouldn’t look good to make a scene in such a public place.

The waiter soon began serving the food. They were all house specialties and tasted excellent.

Jett Sterling picked up his chopsticks and placed some food in Vivian Quinn’s bowl. "Eat up."

Vivian Quinn distastefully moved the food back to his plate. "Just eat your own food. Leave me alone."

Shane Shaw placed a piece of green tea-braised pork rib in Vivian Quinn’s bowl. "Boss, your favorite."

The rib had barely landed in Vivian Quinn’s bowl before Jett Sterling removed it. "You should use the serving chopsticks when putting food on someone else’s plate."

Shane Shaw: "..."

"But you didn’t use the serving chopsticks either."

"I’m her husband. That’s different."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

Shane Shaw: "..."???

"I eat with Boss all the time. We don’t worry about things like that."

"She’s a married woman now. There are many things an outsider like you should be mindful of," the man said coolly. "For instance, I can kiss her. Can you?"

Shane Shaw: "..."

"PFFT—" Vivian Quinn sprayed a mouthful of soup, nearly choking to death. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."

Jett Sterling quickly patted her on the back. "How could you be so careless?"

Vivian Quinn glared at him. "Do you just have to say the most outrageous things? Can’t you let anyone eat in peace?"

The man looked innocent. "I can’t even tell the truth anymore?"

"Just eat your food!"

They hadn’t even finished their meal when another commotion erupted in the restaurant.

A drunk Nina King stumbled out of the lounge, making a scene. She climbed onto the grand piano and started doing a striptease.

As she stripped, she shouted excitedly, "Everyone, dance with me! Let’s party!"

Everyone: "..."

Jett Sterling instinctively turned to look, but a second later, his eyes were covered by a pair of small, soft hands.

Vivian Quinn said, her cheeks puffed out in anger, "She’s doing a striptease! What are you looking at!"

Jett Sterling paused, then chuckled. "Vivian, are you upset that I was looking at another woman?"

As if suddenly realizing what she was doing, Vivian Quinn snatched her hands back. "Pah! Who’s upset? Look all you want! I wouldn’t care if you went up there and danced with her!"

"I didn’t want to look at her."

Vivian Quinn pouted, but she couldn’t resist glancing over herself.

’Tsk, tsk. Nina King is a real eyesore.’

Jett Sterling leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. His voice was low and husky, laced with a smile. "Vivian, I’ll only ever have eyes for you."

Vivian Quinn’s face flushed crimson. "Jett Sterling, if you’re not going to eat, then get the hell out!"

"I’m eating."

The restaurant was in total chaos. The staff were swamped, trying to stop Nina King while also telling the other patrons not to take photos.

As Jett Sterling placed more food in her bowl, he said, "Vivian, come back home to live, okay?"

"No." Vivian Quinn refused flatly. "Jett Sterling, have you forgotten we’re in the middle of a divorce? Do you really think I would go back to live with you?"

"Then just stay put at The Platinum Hall. By the way, the police found the person who installed the hidden camera. It was a male hotel employee. He filmed quite a few people. It’s a good thing you didn’t shower last night."

Vivian Quinn thought for a moment. "I’ll stay at The Platinum Hall tonight," she said. "I’ll pay you back for it later. I’ll find my own place and move out as soon as I can."

Jett Sterling, afraid of making her angry, didn’t dare say anything more.

Standing nearby, Easton Rivers sighed to himself.

’Looks like Master Sterling’s quest to win back his wife is going to be a long and difficult one...’

...

「The next day.」

Vivian Quinn received a call from Zachary Quinn.

"Miss Quinn, I found a studio apartment that you might like. Should I come pick you up now?"

"No, that’s okay. Just send me the address. I’ll go by myself."

"All right."

Vivian Quinn took a cab to the location Zachary Quinn had sent her. It was a studio apartment, and though small, it had everything one could need. The monthly rent was five thousand, which was reasonable for a place in the city.

Vivian Quinn signed the contract and paid the rent on the spot. She then returned to The Platinum Hall to grab her luggage and officially move into the apartment.

「That afternoon.」

The doorbell suddenly rang. She opened it to find Zachary Quinn standing outside.

"What are you doing here?"

"I brought you some fruit."

Vivian Quinn accepted it. "Thank you. How much do I owe you?"

"Don’t worry about it. It was nothing."

Vivian Quinn didn’t stand on ceremony. "I’m not planning on going out today, so I don’t need protection. You can go take care of your own business."

"I forgot to mention, I live right next door."

"What?"

Zachary Quinn pointed next door. "Want a tour?"

Vivian Quinn went over to take a look. The layout was identical to hers. It was sparsely furnished and very neat.

"Did you already live here, or did you move in just now?"

"This is my place. I asked, and it turned out the unit next door was for rent, so I arranged for you to lease it. I moved in as well, so I can better protect you."

Vivian Quinn rubbed her nose.

"What’s wrong?" the man asked. "Is there a problem?"

Vivian Quinn mulled it over for a moment, then looked up at him and said resolutely, "Zachary Quinn, I think I’ve figured out why you really wanted to be my bodyguard. You have feelings for me, don’t you?"

"..."

"I’m telling you very seriously right now: nothing can ever happen between us. It’s not just that I have a husband; even if I get divorced, I have no intention of dating anyone. So please, get rid of any ideas you might have. We can be friends, but there is absolutely no chance of it developing into anything more."

"..." The man’s lips curled into a smirk. "What gave you the impression that I have feelings for you?"

"It’s true we seem fated to meet, and you’ve saved and helped me several times. But you wanted me to live in your house before, to be your neighbor. Now that I’m living here, you immediately move in next door. Isn’t that just a classic case of ’the one in a favorable position gets the prize’?" Vivian Quinn said sternly. "If I’d known you were thinking like this, I never would have rented this place. I might not have even hired you as my bodyguard."

"Why not?" the man asked. "You’re already getting a divorce. Don’t other men even have the right to pursue you?"

Vivian Quinn was getting angry. "I’m not divorced yet! How could I get too close to another man? He’s still my husband, and I have a responsibility to my marriage. I will absolutely not do anything to betray him!"

The man nodded. "Miss Quinn, the truth is, you still care a great deal for your husband. You’re just unwilling to admit it, aren’t you?"