Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 49: Vivian, I Miss You

Vivian Quinn froze for a moment, then quickly denied it. "Of course not!"

"Are you sure?"

Vivian Quinn was momentarily speechless. She quickly retorted, "I’m trying to talk to you about something serious right now. Don’t change the subject!"

"Fine," the man said. "Then let me tell you, you’re overthinking it. I don’t like you. I’m already married, I love my wife very much, and I would never betray her."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Then why...?"

"I like to fight, and there are plenty of opportunities for that around you. That’s why I became your bodyguard. Living next door is to better protect you. Think about it—if someone comes looking for trouble, I can show up and fight at a moment’s notice, right?"

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"What about your wife?"

"She’s traveling abroad. She’s not in Aethelgard right now, so I was able to move in here temporarily."

Vivian Quinn secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I was overthinking it. But your actions really did give me the wrong impression. Still, since you’re already married, just forget what I said. Don’t take it to heart."

"Okay."

Vivian Quinn returned to her apartment, closed the door, and leaned against it, lost in a daze.

’Do I care about Jett Sterling?’

’No way!’

’That bastard is the absolute worst!’

Vivian Quinn collected herself, washed the fruit Zachary Quinn had given her, and curled up on her beanbag chair, eating and scrolling through her phone.

After just a few bites, she felt like something was off.

These Shine Muscat grapes she was eating were large, sweet, and the taste was so familiar!

Lately, she had been enjoying Shine Muscat grapes at the villa. Easton Rivers had told her they were freshly air-freighted from overseas and were of the highest quality.

But the ones she was eating now tasted almost identical to the ones at the villa!

’This bag of fruit must have been expensive,’ she thought. ’I have to pay Zachary Quinn back for it later.’

Just as Vivian Quinn was about to find a movie to watch, her phone suddenly rang. Jett Sterling’s name flashed on the screen.

She pouted but swiped to answer anyway. "What is it?" she asked, her tone grumpy.

"Vivian, your birthday present is here. I’ll bring it over to you, okay?"

"What birthday present?"

"I didn’t give you a gift on your birthday because it wasn’t ready. I just got it today."

"I don’t want it," Vivian Quinn refused. "Jett Sterling, we’re about to get divorced. You don’t need to be so attentive. No matter what you give me, I’m not going to change my mind."

"Vivian, I had an episode last night."

Vivian Quinn’s brow furrowed. "Did you call a doctor?"

"No, I just endured it. I want to have a healthy body to grow old with you, so I don’t dare use too many tranquilizers."

An uncontrollable pang of pain shot through Vivian Quinn’s heart. "You still have to use them if you can’t bear it. How about this? I’ll find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for you and teach them how to perform acupuncture. Then you can hire them to take care of you."

"I don’t want anyone else touching me."

"Then you can just suffer to death for all I care! It’s not me who’s in pain, anyway!"

The other end of the line fell silent.

Vivian Quinn waited a moment before speaking. "If you’re not going to say anything, I’m hanging up."

The man’s low, suppressed voice came from the other end. "Vivian, I miss you..."

Vivian Quinn’s heart suddenly sped up, an indescribable emotion welling up from within.

She hastily hung up the phone, ran to the bathroom, and splashed her face with cold water, forcing herself to calm down.

’I can’t let Jett Sterling bewitch me. Absolutely not!’

As evening approached, Vivian Quinn decided to make some simple noodles for herself.

She thought about going next door to ask Zachary Quinn if he wanted to eat with her, but after some consideration, she gave up the idea.

’We’re both married people. It’s better to keep some distance. We can’t get too close.’

Just as she was cooking the noodles, the doorbell rang.

Vivian Quinn went to open the door and saw Zachary Quinn standing outside, holding a bag.

"Miss Quinn, I went out for a bit and bought you something to eat on the way."

"No need, I’m already making noodles."

"Just take it. It’s already prepared. It’ll be a waste if you don’t eat it."

"Alright then," Vivian Quinn could only accept it. "Thanks."

Zachary Quinn asked, "I happen to be hungry. Could you make some extra noodles for me?"

Having accepted his gift, Vivian Quinn found it hard to refuse. "Alright, come in."

"Thank you."

Vivian Quinn made two bowls of tomato and egg noodles. When she opened the bag Zachary Quinn had bought, she discovered a whole king crab inside.

Vivian Quinn: "???"

The table was small, and placing the king crab on it filled the entire surface.

"Zachary, a king crab like this must cost at least three or four thousand, right? Are you always this extravagant?"

The man smiled. "A friend gave it to me. I can’t eat it all by myself, so please, have more."

"Thanks."

Vivian Quinn loved seafood, and this king crab was especially fresh and succulent. Since it was also prepared well, she ate quite a lot, leaving her noodles behind.

Zachary Quinn, on the other hand, finished his entire large bowl of noodles, not even leaving a single sip of broth.

After finishing, the man didn’t forget to compliment her. "Miss Quinn, your noodles are delicious."

"I just threw them together. I’m glad you don’t mind."

"Not at all."

"I’ll go do the dishes."

"Let me."

"No, it’s fine." Vivian Quinn glanced at his hands. "You’re always wearing gloves. I’m guessing there’s a reason you keep them covered."

"Yeah. I injured them before. They’re covered in scars, and I’m afraid of scaring people."

"So, I should be the one to do the dishes."

Jett Sterling cleared the table and watched her wash the dishes from the side. "Miss Quinn, I’m very curious. What kind of person is your husband?"

Vivian Quinn turned to glance at him. "Why are you suddenly asking about him?"

"Just curious. A casual question."

Vivian Quinn averted her gaze and continued washing the dishes, saying thoughtfully, "Mysterious, domineering, and sometimes a little childish."

"Is he good to you?"

"He’s very good to me. Whenever I’m in danger, he protects me without hesitation, even if it means getting hurt himself," Vivian Quinn said without thinking.

"Then why do you still want a divorce?"

Vivian Quinn was silent for a moment before replying, "I want a divorce because he deceived me in a way I can’t accept."

"So his good deeds can’t make up for his mistakes?"

"How can a marriage continue by just weighing good against bad? If I hurt him and then acted nicely, could we just pretend nothing ever happened?"

"But he loves you very much. He loves you to the extreme, to the point of resorting to any means necessary."

Vivian Quinn shook her head. "I don’t believe you can do certain things in the name of love. That’s my bottom line."

Zachary Quinn didn’t speak.

Vivian Quinn’s lips curved into a small smile as she asked, "You and your wife must have a great relationship, right?"

"Yes, I love her very much," the man said in a deep voice. "She’s a very smart and kind woman who sticks to her principles. But perhaps for that very reason, she’s also very stubborn."

"Actually, I lied to you. She’s not on vacation abroad. We had a fight, and she left home in a fit of anger. Miss Quinn, you’re a woman too. Can you teach me how to get her to calm down?"