She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 117

Ethan walked back in half an hour later. Seeing Quinn trying to clear her plates, he hurried over.

"Let me handle this. The doctor wants you under observation for a day or two. You need to rest."

Recalling the nurse calling him her 'husband,' Quinn felt a flush of embarrassment.

"Ethan, I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to stay another day."

Knowing she hated being a burden, Ethan smiled gently.

"Quinn, you're malnourished. The doctor prescribed a day of IV fluids, so please just listen to him."

Realizing it wouldn't interfere with her translation job the next afternoon, Quinn finally yielded.

"Alright. Thank you, Ethan."

"When we head back, if you're ever in Fairmont, let me host you. I'll take you out for the best food in the city."

Of course, she knew a simple meal could never repay him for saving her life.

She would have to find a way to repay him properly over time.

Ethan carried himself with the elegant refinement of a sculpted masterpiece, exuding a clean, calming presence.

He nodded gracefully behind his glasses. "There will be plenty of chances."

Once we're in Fairmont, we'll be seeing a lot of each other.

The thought of Miles doting on another woman sent a dark flicker through Ethan's eyes.

"Quinn, forgive me if this is too forward, but... are you married?"

He knew it was an invasive question, but he needed to confirm the truth about her relationship with Miles.

Quinn blinked, entirely caught off guard by the inquiry.

She pressed her lips together, a faint mist settling in her striking eyes. "I am. But it's just a contractual marriage. It'll be over in three months."

Ethan wasn't surprised, but the mention of the three-month deadline struck a chord.

A distinct glimmer flickered in his gaze, quickly masked by his usual gentle demeanor.

Understanding she was trying to maintain a respectable distance and didn't want to owe him more favors, Ethan didn't push.

"Alright. I'll bring you some dinner later."

...

Miles absently pushed Jade in a wheelchair through the sky garden, checking his phone every few minutes.

He was desperately waiting for Hunter to find Quinn.

"Miles, let's head over there to catch the breeze," Jade suggested.

Acting as if he hadn't heard her, Miles fired off another text to Hunter.

Hunter: [Nothing yet, Boss. Still searching.]

Miles's brow furrowed tightly. His frustration peaked. Where the hell did this woman disappear to?

Going MIA for two whole days—didn't she know Luna was worried sick about her?