I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 76

If he took off the sweater, he'd be left in nothing but a skin-tight tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide his chest and abs.

Quentin's face darkened. Refusing to strip, he reached for the glass of ice water next to him and took a long swig.

Bonnie finally realized the atmosphere had shifted into awkward territory. She gave a light cough, quickly withdrew her hand, and looked down to jot notes in her ledger.

[Patient: Mr. Vance. Pulse: Rapid and forceful. Substantial tension.]

As she wrote, she muttered internally.

This man's body was actually absurdly healthy. It far exceeded her expectations.

She had assumed that enduring chronic eye disease for years and being poked and prodded by countless doctors would have severely depleted his physical baseline.

Instead, not only was he lacking any weakness, but his physical conditioning was vastly superior to the professional martial artists she had treated.

His vitality was aggressively potent, his internal systems functioning with absolute, terrifying perfection.

It was the textbook definition of peak physical health.

Compared to the fragile, hollow shell that was Parrish York, Quentin Vance was built like a beast.

For a split second, Bonnie genuinely wondered if she had misread his pulse.

She looked up, shooting him an incredibly complicated look.

"Mr. Vance, there's actually nothing physically wrong with you, it's just..."

She hesitated. Even from a purely clinical standpoint, looking at Quentin's strikingly handsome, harsh features made her cheeks feel a bit warm.

"It's just that you have way too much pent-up energy, and you're not burning it off."

Bracing herself, she whispered her medical advice. "I suggest you... take care of it yourself."

Quentin's hand froze halfway to his mouth with the glass of water.

In his thirty years of living, he had never received such an absurd prescription.

His dark eyes locked onto her, flashing with dangerous scrutiny. "You can't take care of it?"

Did this woman have any filter whatsoever? Did she even realize what she was saying?

Quentin shot her a look so dark it could have swallowed her whole.

"Fine."

He let out a cold scoff and shot up from the sofa. "I'll take care of it myself."

Without another word, he spun on his heel and strode toward the gym.

Smash!

The heavy gym door was violently slammed shut, the deafening crash echoing through the penthouse.

Standing alone in the living room, Bonnie sighed innocently.

Honestly, she wasn't to blame.

The only reason she had suppressed a laugh earlier was because she had uncovered a massive, shocking secret through his pulse.