I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 69

Quentin narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in the dark depths.

This woman was growing bolder by the minute, actually daring to negotiate with him.

He was never one to compromise. In the overseas investment circles, executives trembled at the mere sight of him.

Yet, staring into Bonnie's reddened, defiant eyes, he felt a strange, inexplicable thump against his ribs.

She wasn't the type to swallow her pride and let him trample her dignity for a paycheck.

Quentin suddenly recalled Jasper's earlier words. His past elite nurses, making astronomical salaries, had all quit within a month.

Bonnie, on the other hand, had not only weathered his icy temper but had cared for him flawlessly.

If he actually drove her away, he really wouldn't find anyone as suitable anytime soon.

"You are absolutely determined to get that medical journal back."

Quentin finally spoke, his deep voice carrying an invisible, oppressive weight.

"Is it because you can't stand the thought of Parrish York giving your property to another woman, or are you just using the book as an excuse to get his attention?"

To Quentin, Parrish was now a billionaire. Most women wouldn't be able to let go of a man like that.

Bonnie causing a scene today could easily be construed as lingering feelings.

Hearing this, Bonnie's expression instantly iced over.

"I have no interest in seeking the attention of a liar."

Her response was decisive, and she didn't even blink.

"That book is my grandfather's inheritance. It belongs to me. I don't need an excuse to take back what is mine."

"But if you want to know my secondary motive..."

She paused, her gaze locking onto Quentin's strikingly profound eyes.

"That book contains numerous ancient records on treating eye diseases."

"Mr. Vance, I want to see if I can cure your eyes."

Jasper's head snapped up, utter disbelief plastered across his face.

Quentin stiffened slightly, before a cold sneer curled his lips.

Bonnie turned her head, looking at Jasper in genuine surprise.

She hadn't expected him to actually verify her background.

He hadn't just glanced at it and dismissed it, like Parrish had done—despite watching her treat patients for years, Parrish still believed her resume was exaggerated.

In that moment, a profound sense of gratitude washed over her.

Someone was finally taking her medical expertise seriously.

Quentin didn't speak. His long fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk, the heavy thuds filling the silence.

After a moment, he stopped and asked flatly, "What are your odds of success?"

"I don't fully understand your complete medical history or the evolution of your symptoms yet, so I can't give you a definitive answer," Bonnie replied honestly.

Quentin let out a dismissive snort, clearly assuming she had been talking big.

But Bonnie held his gaze, her tone unwavering. "But based on the files I have seen, if you force me to give a number, I'd say I have a forty percent chance."

"Once I have a complete understanding of your physical condition, that number will only go up."