When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 298


    Chapter 298 Shirley’s Worry


    Shirley wanted Mr. Quintin to leave her alone. She only had a cold and was not paralyzed. There was


    no need for him to personally carry her into the room.


    Besides, how could Mr. Quintin enter Shirley’s room casually?


    But now, Shirley was seriously sick. She did not have much strength to argue with Mr. Quintin. She just


    wanted to lie down and sleep. She raised her hand and pointed to the stairs. “The first room on


    the second floor.”


    Then, Mr. Quintin carried Shirley to the room on the second floor.


    Shirley’s room was quite different from her personality. There was pink, Tiffany blue, dolls, figurines,


    and so on. There was also gauze around the bed, making the room look beautiful and


    dreamlike.


    “You are irritable, but your room is like a little girl’s.”


    Mr. Quintin put Shirley on the bed and began to swagger around her room.


    Shirley had a headache and felt weak. She gritted her teeth and said, “If there’s nothing else, you


    can do what you need to do. You don’t have to waste your time with me.”


    “I can’t go. I promised May that I would take good care of you.”


    “No need. I’ll be fine after a nap.”


    “Go to sleep. I’ll just look around.”


    After Mr. Quintin finished speaking, he bent down to study the figurine that Shirley ced on the


    piano.


    Shirley was so angry that she wanted to jump up and kick Mr. Quintin, who was insensible, away,


    but since the contract had not been signed, she had to bear it.


    Shirley covered her head with a nket and fell asleep.


    In a daze, Shirley seemed to have heard Maye in, but then she went out.


    “Are you okay?”


    Through the nket, Shirley heard Mr. Quintin’s cold voice.


    Shirley was boiling hot, and she had no strength. She didn’t want to answer Mr. Quintin, so she


    closed her eyes and continued sleeping.


    “May brought the medicine here. Take it before you sleep.”


    Mr. Quintin sat by the bed, holding the steaming hot soup in his hands. He scooped up the soup to


    cool it.


    Shirleyy huddled up in bed. She didn’t want to face the outside world. To be exact, she didn’t want to


    face Mr. Quintin. She didn’t like Mr. Quintin, but she couldn’t afford to offend him!


    “If you feel too weak to drink it, I don’t mind feeding you.”


    Mr. Quintin looked at Shirley who was still pretending to sleep and said slowly.


    Shirley couldn’t help but roll her eyes under the nket.


    Tsk, Mr. Quintin must tell a lie. He was so nice to Shirley. How could he say that he didn’t like her?


    Shirley didn’t show her head the entire time. She wanted to see how Mr. Quintin could feed her.


    The next moment, the nket covering Shirley’s head was removed by Mr. Quintin. Mr. Quintin took a


    sip of the medicine and then slowly approached her.


    Despite her dizziness, Shirley instantly sobered up a little and moved back in shock. “What… What do


    you want to do?”


    Mr. Quintin was silent. He had the medicine in his mouth, and his deep eyes looked very serious.


    Shirley finally knew what he wanted.


    Shirley swallowed and had to obey Mr. Quintin. “Fine, I’ll drink it.”


    Mr. Quintin smiled with satisfaction. He swallowed the medicine in his mouth and whispered, “Since


    you are sick, don’t act tough. Just do as I say.”


    Mr. Quintin’s words gave Shirley a creepy feeling.


    Shirley picked up the bowl and smelled it. She wanted to vomit up the overnight meal.


    “The medicine made by May is so bitter. I don’t want to drink it. I don’t need to take medicine. I just


    need to sleep…”


    “You have no choice but to drink it.”


    “Hey, what’s wrong with you? What does it have to do with you whether I am sick or take medicine?


    Why are you trying to force me? You…”


    “Looks like you still need me to feed you.”


    Mr. Quintin curled his lips and slowly moved closer to Shirley, acting like he wanted to feed Shirley.


    Shirley was terrified. She held her nose, frowned, and braced herself to take a sip.


    But the medicine was really bitter!


    Shirley carefully raised her eyes, wanting to find an opportunity to dump the medicine. However, when


    she met Mr. Quintin’s cold gaze, she could only lower her head and continue drinking.


    It was very hard for Shirley. This was her home, but she was forced to take medicine by Mr.


    Quintin. She felt bitter.


    Seeing that Shirley didn’t want to take the bitter medicine, Mr. Quintin suddenly stood up, around,


    walked to the piano, and sat down gracefully.


    Then, his slender fingers, like flowing water, slid across the ck and white piano keys. A


    wonderful tune slowly filled the room.


    Shirley was slightly stunned.


    Shirley didn’t expect that Mr. Quintin, who had a bad name, could y the piano so well!


    The music was like a tranquilizer, making Shirley calm down. She was no longer restless.


    looked


    What was more amazing was that Shirley didn’t seem to be so ufortable. She was rxed


    and calm.


    The medicine in Shirley’s hands seemed to be not that bitter.


    Shirley took a deep breath, raised her head, and drank all the medicine.


    Mr. Quintin continued to y the piano skillfully. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the


    music.


    Shirley put the bowl on the bedside table andy t on the bed. She also closed her eyes.


    Gradually, Shirley fell asleep…


    With the melodious and gentle music, Shirley had a beautiful dream.


    Shirley dreamed that she went to a colorful garden. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and


    grass. The sky was blue, as if this was heaven,


    In the garden, Shirley held the hands of her two children and smiled very happily. They ran forward


    together, trying to reach the end of the sky.


    At the end of the whiteness stood a tall man with his back to them. He seemed to have been


    waiting for them for a long time…


    May came in and saw the empty bowl on the bedside table. She was very surprised.


    “Impressive, Mr. Quintin. Thanks to you, Ms. Wilson finished the medicine. This is something that I


    can’t do in the past twenty years.”


    Mr. Quintin had just finished a song. The amazing atmosphere created by the music was still in the


    air.


    “Shirley looks very powerful, but she is like a child…”


    Mr. Quintin slowly closed the piano and said with a faint smile, “You can’t just coax a child.”


    May looked at the sleeping Shirley and sighed, “You are smart. Ms. Wilson is sleeping soundly. She


    hasn’t had a good sleep for a long time.”


    “Can’t she sleep well?”


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    Mr. Quintin stared at the sleeping Shirley withplicated feelings.


    “Yes. No matter how strong she looks, she is a youngdy. She has experienced a lot, so she has


    insomnia.”


    “Didn’t you try to help her?”


    May let out a long sigh. She felt sorry as she said, “Of course, we did. Food, medicine, bedroom


    decorations, scented candles… We tried everything, but it didn’t work. In my opinion, she has to clear


    her mind of worry!”


    Mr. Quintin asked coldly, “What is she worried about?”