She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 589

After stepping out of the study, Miles headed back to the master bedroom.

Zachary and Gail were both inside. Seeing him enter, Zachary shot him a side-eye.

"Aren't you going to sleep? What are you doing here?"

Miles ignored the teasing glint in the doctor's eyes. "How is she doing?"

"Her fever just broke. Let her get some proper rest."

Zachary turned and headed to the guest room. After all that running around, he was exhausted too.

Miles said calmly, "Gail, go get some rest. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

Gail froze for a moment. He wanted to stay in the room and watch over her?

Seeing her stand there frozen, Miles looked up. "Is there something else?"

"Sir, I... I'll get you a blanket."

She fetched a thick blanket from the closet, laid it out for him, and left the room.

Once the lights were off, Miles stood beside the bed, his gaze lingering on the sleeping figure, lost in his own tangled thoughts.

Quinn Avery, since you left Fairmont, you shouldn't have come back.

He let out a heavy sigh, stepped closer, and gently tucked the covers around her shoulders. Noticing how her face had gotten even sharper, he couldn't quite figure out why he was so incredibly angry.

"Quinn, you haven't changed at all. Do you still not know how to take care of yourself?"

It sounded as though he blamed her for returning when she was supposed to be gone.

Then, he muttered to himself, "What am I even doing?"

He had absolutely no ties to her anymore, so why had he brought her back and stayed to watch over her in the master bedroom?

But calling Gail back now seemed like too much of a hassle.

With no other option, he pulled his blanket up, lay down, and forced his eyes shut.

"Water..."

Quinn's throat felt incredibly dry and scratchy. She let out a few soft coughs, desperately craving a drink.

Hearing her raspy voice, Miles sprang up from the sofa, poured a glass of warm water, and hurried over.

He supported her shoulders, helping her sit up. "Here's some water."

Quinn's mind was still foggy from the fever. Without even opening her eyes, she assumed it was Ethan taking care of her.

After she had gulped down half the glass, Miles poured her a little more and brought it to her lips.

She gently pushed it away, her voice incredibly weak and hoarse. "No... that's enough, Ethan. Thank... thank you."

Right before she passed out, the blurry silhouette approaching her had looked like Ethan. Her subconscious naturally assumed he was the one looking after her now.

At the sound of Ethan's name, Miles's fingers instinctively tightened around the glass, his knuckles turning stark white.

It brought a small touch of vibrant life into the otherwise unremarkable space.

Stepping inside, Miles immediately felt as though her presence still lingered there.

The layout was exactly as she had left it. He walked straight to the bed and leaned back right where she used to sleep.

A faint hint of her clean, lotus-like scent seemed permanently woven into the fabric, gently washing over him.

It gave his hollow, drifting heart a place to finally land.

...

The next morning, Quinn woke up to see Gail tidying a blanket on the sofa. She glanced around the room, absolute shock painting her features.

Wait... wasn't this Miles's master bedroom?

How did she end up at Regency Bay?

So the person who caught her last night... wasn't Ethan after all?

"You're awake. Let me go get Dr. Wells to check on you."

"No... that's fine, Gail. I..."

Her voice was still somewhat hoarse. Knowing she hated being a burden, Gail smiled warmly.

"Don't worry about bothering him. Dr. Wells came by last night and has been resting in the guest room ever since."