I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 171

As soon as Bonnie's voice fell, Quentin instinctively tried to turn his head to look at her.

"Don't move."

Two soft, warm hands suddenly reached over, steadying his head firmly.

Bonnie leaned over slightly, her bright eyes fixed on him, her voice light and gentle.

"I'm giving you acupuncture. If you move, the needles will go in wrong. Does your head still ache?"

Quentin's vision slowly cleared from a blur.

In his line of sight, Bonnie's bright, soft face gradually magnified.

Even with the sheer curtains drawn on this summer morning, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, catching the fine baby hairs on her forehead and making them look soft and fuzzy.

Quentin's heart skipped a beat.

The absurd and heavy dream was still tugging at his mind.

The image of her wearing a wedding dress and marrying Parrish felt like a dull knife slowly carving into his chest.

Looking at the living, breathing woman in front of him, Quentin clenched the fingers resting at his sides, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He restrained himself with everything he had just to keep from pulling her soft body into his arms.

"No," he said, closing his eyes, his voice terribly hoarse.

The acupuncture was probably doing its job.

Despite drinking so much hard liquor the night before, he woke up without a trace of a hangover headache, and his body felt surprisingly light.

Bonnie carefully observed his complexion and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. But did you just have a nightmare? Your forehead is covered in cold sweat."

Quentin gave a low "Mhm," offering no further explanation.

Keeping an eye on the needles, Bonnie cautioned, "Your condition is unique, and your eyes can't handle the stimulation. It's best if you avoid alcohol from now on."

"Mhm."

Quentin maintained his usual detached tone, revealing no emotion.

Bonnie blinked in surprise.

He was actually being agreeable today? He responded to every sentence, as docile as a big, well-petted cat.

Feeling a bit bolder, she tentatively asked, "So, can you stop drinking in the future?"

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