I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 114

"It seems your medical skills aren't that impressive after all."

Bonnie choked on his words.

She pinched her palms, swallowing her irritation, and looked at him with utmost professionalism.

"I can use acupuncture and medication to clear your meridians, reduce the inflammation, and forcefully suppress your physical drives. But that will only mask the symptoms temporarily."

"Your internal pressure and desires haven't found a natural outlet. Over time, that pressure will build up. Eventually, it won't be something a few needles or prescriptions can fix."

"The things you force down don't just magically disappear. They compound, and sooner or later, they will backfire on you in a far more violent way."

Quentin stared at Bonnie for a long moment, the emotions swirling in his freezing, dark eyes entirely unreadable.

His intense gaze made her skin crawl, and she instinctively shrank back again.

Suddenly, Quentin stood up.

His towering, athletic frame instantly radiated an overwhelming dominance, casting a massive shadow that completely enveloped her.

Bonnie's heart leaped into her throat, her body locking up in sudden, inexplicable panic.

However, Quentin simply strode past her on his long legs and walked straight into the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut, the rigid tension in Bonnie's shoulders finally collapsed.

She patted her chest, letting out a massive sigh of relief.

He scared her half to death. She genuinely thought he was going to do something to her.

But considering the man's absolute refusal to find a physical release, she really did need to adjust her treatment plan.

Using medication and acupuncture to forcibly suppress his drives was treating the symptom rather than the root cause, but it was the only viable option they had left.

Though, with his incredibly dominant physical constitution, if she kept suppressing it, the woman who actually married him in the future might...

Bonnie's lips twitched as she offered a silent prayer for that poor, future woman.

Whatever. She only had to deal with him for three years.

After three years, whoever married him might not even mind. Maybe they'd be deeply in love, and she'd enjoy the outcome.

Shocked by the sudden, inappropriate thoughts polluting her brain, Bonnie's face flushed bright red.

As her mind spiraled, her phone chimed with a new message.

Snapping out of it, Bonnie opened the app.

It was a text from Master Thorne: [Young lady, do you want to be my apprentice?]

Bonnie blinked, a giant question mark forming in her mind.

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