Chapter 180: Chapter 180

"Even though you now hate me too." Quinn Lockwood thought of the words Elias Sinclair said to the person in charge at the time, and her eyes instantly dimmed.

"Hmm? You really are quite foolish." The man looked at her seemingly dejected expression, his eyes paused slightly, and then he recovered his composure.

Elias Sinclair purely wanted to give Quinn Lockwood a scare. After his surgery, during a period of awakening from anesthesia, he vaguely overheard the conversation between the doctor and the assistant.

Upon learning that he might experience short-term memory loss again, coupled with the faint sound of a woman’s sobs and her words to him the previous night, he couldn’t help but have such a thought.

The man gently caressed Quinn Lockwood’s waist, an indescribable emotion gradually rising in his heart, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed with a touch of hazy tenderness.

"You’re taking care of me so considerately and tirelessly. Are you feeling upset that I’m hurt?" Elias Sinclair’s gaze always lingered on Quinn Lockwood’s face, seemingly unwilling to miss any subtle expression of hers.

Quinn Lockwood stiffened at his question, and while Elias wasn’t paying attention, she pried away his hand, her eyes darting evasively with patches of blush suddenly appearing on her cheeks. Fınd the newest release on NovєlFіre.net

She turned around, fidgeted with her fingers, walked to the chair, paced back and forth a few steps, and then unconsciously sat down.

"You’re injured because of me. It would be heartless if I didn’t take care of you." Blinking her eyes unnaturally, Quinn Lockwood’s voice seemed a bit choked: "Not just you, I’d do the same for anyone."

Listening to Quinn Lockwood’s words, Elias Sinclair felt uneasy. Thoughts of her and Dylan Quinn mutually caring for each other on the deserted island invoked a sense of bitterness from his heart.

"Savannah, I feel a terrible headache." Elias Sinclair softly half-closed his eyes, one hand holding his temple, his voice somewhat weak.

Quinn Lockwood’s expression changed instantly, she quickly stood up from the stool and took strides to Elias Sinclair’s side, her cold and delicate hand directly covering the man’s forehead, frowning with worry.

"You might have a fever, wait a minute, I’ll go call the doctor." With that, Quinn Lockwood rushed out in a hurry and accidentally bumped into a chair in her haste.

Elias Sinclair looked at Quinn Lockwood’s anxious appearance, and secretly smiled to himself.

Still claim she doesn’t care about him?

The doctor conducted a basic check on Elias Sinclair’s vital signs, issued some new medical instructions, and changed Elias Sinclair’s bandages, then instructed Quinn Lockwood on some routine precautions.

After the doctor left, a caregiver brought a light meal suitable for Elias Sinclair’s current physical condition.

"This..." Quinn Lockwood looked at the porridge and side dishes on the table beside the bed, hesitating for a moment.

Remembering how Elias Sinclair had fed her before, her face turned beet red in an instant.

"I... I’ll feed you." Whether due to nervousness or another reason, Quinn Lockwood’s hands holding the bowl of porridge trembled slightly.

Seeing Quinn Lockwood’s awkward demeanor, Elias Sinclair’s eyes filled with a layer of amusement. He pointed to his own cheek and then looked at his hand, saying: "I can’t eat when I’m all messy."

"Uh? Then wait a second." Quinn Lockwood blinked blankly, put down the bowl of porridge, and walked towards the bathroom.

After soaking a towel in warm water, Quinn Lockwood paused when she carried the basin back out.

Wait, how did I end up taking on this job?

But then she recalled how Elias Sinclair took care of her when she was ill, and suddenly felt there was no harm in it.

It can be seen as repaying him a favor, besides, he got hurt trying to save her.

She wrung the towel dry, looked at Elias Sinclair with his eyes softly closed, and found herself at a loss on how to proceed.

Biting her lip in indecision, Quinn Lockwood waved her small hand in front of Elias Sinclair’s eyes; finding that he didn’t react, she felt more at ease.

For some reason, she felt a bit nervous. Back when Mr. Lowell was in the hospital, she managed to take care of him quite adeptly, so why was she so flustered with Elias Sinclair?

Taking a deep breath, she gently lifted the man’s fair and broad hand, carefully wiping it, afraid of waking him.

After changing the towel, she wiped Elias Sinclair’s face, and looking at his handsome features sculpted like a work of art, Quinn Lockwood was momentarily dazed. Despite being a cold and overbearing man, his face was fair and smooth beyond measure. Coupled with his heroic brows, high nose bridge, and sharp yet alluring lips, he was so perfect it was hard to look away.

Remembering Elias Sinclair’s broad and warm chest and his intimidating aura that gave a sense of security, Quinn Lockwood blushed all over again.

"Have you seen enough?"

At this moment, the man slowly opened his eyes, looking at the blushing woman in front of him with a slightly teasing gaze.

Startled, Quinn Lockwood recoiled, quickly withdrawing her gaze. She picked up the basin and turned into the bathroom as if running away.

Propping her hands on the edge of the counter, Quinn Lockwood looked at her flushed face in the mirror, feeling extremely embarrassed.

How could she be so useless? Elias Sinclair’s face had always been so attractive, and she practically saw it every day, yet she still got infatuated with it.

After washing her face with cold water and sorting out her thoughts, Quinn Lockwood went out as if nothing had happened.

She gently raised the bed, carefully feeding Elias Sinclair the porridge, expecting him to be picky about something, but contrary to her expectations, he was very cooperative and didn’t say a word.

After eating, seeing Elias Sinclair seemed a bit tired, Quinn Lockwood lowered the bed and gently adjusted the blanket for him.

He always seemed so busy, any extra rest he could get was good.

Due to the hospital’s light and semi-liquid meals and the doctor’s instructions on supplementing the patient with proteins and nutrients, Quinn Lockwood rented a small kitchen nearby.

She prepared all Elias Sinclair’s meals with care according to the nutritional menu.

"Since when did you learn to cook?" Looking at the visually appealing and colorful dishes in the lunch box, Elias Sinclair couldn’t help but voice his curiosity.

Quinn Lockwood paused slightly while holding the chopsticks, her eyes unintentionally glancing to the left: "Oh, I learned while Dad was hospitalized. It’s always healthier to eat home-cooked meals than takeout, right?"

Picking up a piece of green bamboo shoot, Quinn Lockwood gently smiled at him and said, "Try this."

Looking at the seldom seen gentle demeanor of the woman in front of him, the strange feeling in Elias Sinclair’s heart flickered momentarily.

Though he was hospitalized due to injuries, Elias Sinclair frequently received numerous calls from the company’s top executives and shareholders, as well as contract documents sent over.

Luckily, Cameron Grant also visited him every day, assisting with most of his work.