Chapter 425: Chapter 425
Quinn Lockwood had been in a coma for two full days and a night, a thick IV needle embedded in her hand, and her body connected to monitoring devices.
Elias Sinclair barely left her side, not dealing with any company matters, just constantly guarding and taking care of Quinn Lockwood.
He hardly even closed his eyes.
He feared that if he fell asleep, he would wake up to find her gone again.
Finally, on the morning of the third day, Quinn Lockwood woke up.
As she opened her eyes, she first saw a vast expanse of white ceiling, followed by the weary yet handsome face of Elias Sinclair.
"You’re awake." The man sighed in relief as he saw Quinn Lockwood open her eyes, hurriedly pressing the call button for the doctor.
While waiting for the check-up, Elias ordered some light, nutritious porridge for Quinn and prepared a towel to wipe her hands.
"Sir, your wife’s condition has stabilized for now, but the inflammation hasn’t subsided yet. She’ll need to continue IV therapy for a few more days, and further tests will be required to monitor the inflammation."
The doctor explained Quinn Lockwood’s condition to Elias Sinclair based on the test results. His eyes, deep and solemn, remained fixed on Quinn, unwilling to look away for even a second.
Shortly after the doctor left, breakfast was delivered.
"Are you feeling any hunger? You’ve been out for too long, and the doctor insists the first few meals should be very bland, so I didn’t order your favorite side dishes." Elias set up the tray on the bed, opening the meal boxes and arranging them neatly before Quinn.
Not knowing which kind of porridge Quinn preferred, Elias had chosen several, from black rice to white rice, from sweet to savory.
"See if there’s one you like?" His voice was low and gentle, almost transporting Quinn back to their happier days together.
Quinn’s small hand clenched tightly over her lap, a growing sense of grievance and bitterness welling up inside.
They used to be so happy together; why had things turned out this way?
Quinn pressed her lips tightly together, a hint of tears appearing in her eyes, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.
She glanced at the line of porridge before her, randomly pointing at one bowl.
"Alright, let’s have this one." Elias’s voice was soft, like a melodious refrain.
"Now, Savannah, give me your hand." The man picked up the towel from the foot of the bed, extending his broad hand to Quinn.
Quinn hesitated but instinctively raised her hand. The moment she moved her arm, her small hand was enveloped in the warmth uniquely belonging to Elias.
The man lowered his gaze slightly, his movements gentle as he carefully wiped every part of Quinn’s hand, from the fingertips to the palm.
The warm and smooth touch of his fingers against Quinn’s cool skin created a strange sensation.
Quinn watched the gentle and attentive Elias, the morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted his clean and handsome face even more.
The sharp scent unique to him lingered in the air, perhaps from recently washed hair, mingling with Elias’s woody fragrance, like frost descending from the summit, subtly stirring the senses.
Quinn felt her heartbeat suddenly skip.
She wished that this tender moment could be frozen in time. She just wanted to quietly watch the man before her, for a little longer, even longer.
As Quinn was almost lost in her thoughts, Elias suddenly looked up, startling her heart. She met his clear eyes, albeit veined with red.
His calm and handsome face seemed weary, his otherwise neat eyebrows slightly unkempt.
So he had been here with her these past few days?
Quinn looked at his distinctively tired face, feeling a weight settle in her heart.
"What’s wrong?" Elias saw her staring at him, gently brushing her cheek with his fingertips, still as tender as before.
Putting down the towel, Elias picked up the bowl of porridge.
After scooping a small spoonful of porridge, he tasted it with his lips; the temperature was just right.
"Be good, open your mouth." Elias offered the spoon to Quinn’s lips, the tender expression in his eyes almost drowning her.
Quinn opened her mouth to take a sip. For some reason, her eyes instantly filled with tears, and the suppressed feelings of grievance and bitterness poured out like a flood, overwhelming her.
She lowered her head, unable to control the tears falling onto the white blanket, leaving a trail of wet marks.
Elias, initially feeling a bit relaxed seeing Quinn take the porridge, was thrown into panic when he saw her tears.
Despite his years of shrewdness in the business world, there seemed nothing he couldn’t handle except for Quinn Lockwood’s tears.
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No, to be precise, since she took over this identity from Savannah Lowell, she had only cried twice.
Once was due to an outside threat, and once because of some excessively harsh words from Elias.
Elias had long found the drastic change in personality from Savannah to Quinn curious, but he loved Quinn’s personality, and with so many complex events unfolding around them, he hadn’t the mind to investigate.
"Why are you crying, is it not to your taste?" Elias’s hand fluttered helplessly in the air, wanting to wipe away her tears, but couldn’t as she kept her head stubbornly lowered.
Elias’s eyes were frantic as he quickly took a bite of the porridge himself, tasting its mild sweetness spreading in his mouth.
The porridge wasn’t the problem.
"Is it your health acting up? I’ll call the doctor right away." Elias’s hand gently rested on Quinn’s back, hesitating before softly smoothing her back, and he stood to reach for the call button.
As he rose, a pair of cool small hands suddenly grasped his sleeve.