I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 103

Quentin's face darkened, and he abruptly snatched his hand back.

"Don't ask questions that don't concern you."

His voice was suddenly icy, laced with a distancing coldness.

Bonnie was slightly speechless, but she patiently explained, "I wasn't trying to pry into your private life. Your physical foundation is excellent, so this kind of chaotic pulse usually stems from intense emotional fluctuations."

"Furthermore, your heavily suppressed physical drive hasn't found an outlet, which is causing severe internal inflammation."

Pausing, Bonnie let her gaze sweep over him with a subtle, knowing look.

Quentin's expression instantly became even more thunderous.

For the first time in his life, he felt utterly naked and humiliated in front of a woman.

She had only touched his wrist, yet she had deciphered his body's most intimate reactions with terrifying accuracy.

This complete lack of privacy left him deeply frustrated and stirred an indescribable, foreign sensation within him.

Recognizing his resistance, Bonnie tactfully dropped the awkward subject.

"We can slowly balance your pulse later, but today's priority is your eyes."

Bonnie centered herself, her expression growing serious. "Can I take a closer look at your eyes?"

Quentin's Adam's apple bobbed before he let out a low, reluctant murmur of agreement.

He tilted his chin up slightly, leaning against the back of the sofa.

Bonnie stood up, walking around the coffee table to stand directly in front of him.

To get a clear view of his pupils, she had to bend down, leaning her entire body over his.

Her warm hands reached out, her fingertips pressing gently against his temples and the sides of his face to hold his head steady.

The moment Bonnie cupped his face, she truly realized just how devastatingly handsome this man was.

His eyes were exquisitely shaped, with deep creases and a subtle upward tilt at the corners that gave them an intoxicating allure.

His lashes were thick and dark, fanning out like delicate shadows.

His irises were a pure, obsidian black, while the whites of his eyes were pristine and unblemished.

They were the kind of deep, predatory eyes that could suck a person's soul right out.

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