I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 178

Quentin turned his head, shot her a cool glance, and then slowly released her hand.

Bonnie quickly pulled her hand behind her back, secretly letting out a sigh of relief, though her heart was still racing out of control.

...

Once back inside, Bonnie practically fled to her bedroom.

She grabbed a towel, went into the bathroom, and scrubbed herself squeaky clean from head to toe, even taking the rare step of applying scented body lotion.

Finally, she changed into a very conservative, long-sleeved, long-pants cotton pajama set.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at her face—flushed pink from the hot shower—she took a deep breath.

She dug out the box of condoms she had bought that afternoon from her bag, clutching it tightly in her hand.

Since she was taking his incredibly high salary of two hundred thousand a month.

Since she had decided to cure his eyes and his body.

She needed to have some professional integrity.

It was just acting as his cure, right?

Bonnie, you weren't afraid of practicing medicine without a license; are you really afraid of this?

She gritted her teeth, put on an expression that looked ready for the gallows, and marched briskly to Quentin's bedroom door.

She raised her hand, freezing mid-air for a full minute.

Finally, she closed her eyes and knocked gently.

"Come in."

The man's deep, magnetic voice sounded from within.

Bonnie pushed the door open and walked in.

The bedroom was lit only by a warm yellow bedside lamp, casting a soft, intimate glow.

Quentin was leaning against the headboard, wearing rimless glasses that gave him an air of a refined scoundrel, holding a thick English novel.

Seeing Bonnie walk in wearing such conservative pajamas, he paused slightly and closed his book.

"A massage tonight?"

Bonnie stood by the bed, her hands hidden behind her back, clutching the small box for dear life.

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

"Um... didn't you say we should be a normal married couple?"

Gathering her courage, she looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm ready."

The room fell instantly silent. Quentin didn't speak right away.

His deep gaze swept over her flushed face, then settled on her tense shoulders.

After a long while, Quentin finally spoke, his voice incredibly hoarse.

"You want to sleep with me?"

Bonnie felt his wording was incredibly strange.

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