The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 210

**Chasing Light, Finding Peace by Rohan Verma**
**Chapter 210**

Autumn Lopez had never experienced such a profound sense of slumber.

The fatigue that had weighed heavily on her limbs dissipated, as if she had been granted the luxury of stretching every muscle and letting go of all tension. The odd, nagging sensation that had lingered in her mind vanished, leaving her with an exhilarating sense of revitalization.

As she slowly opened her eyes, a wave of warmth washed over her. Her gaze fell upon a pair of exceptionally long, graceful hands that were busy at work.

A laptop rested comfortably on his knees, and one of those hands expertly navigated the keyboard, fingers dancing with remarkable agility.

Even with just one hand engaged, his typing was nothing short of impressive.

Autumn blinked in bewilderment.

What on earth is happening?

Where am I? Am I some sort of patron saint of productivity? How is it possible to wake up from a nap only to find someone immersed in work?

“Ah, you’re awake?”

A voice, rich and magnetic, floated down to her, pulling her attention upward.

Instinctively, Autumn tilted her head back—thump.

A sharp intake of breath escaped a man above her, coinciding perfectly with her own startled cry. She instinctively grasped her throbbing head, only to see Owen, his expression contorted in pain as he cradled his chin.

“I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”

As soon as the words slipped from her lips, Autumn realized how foolish the question was.

For someone like Owen to lose his composure like that, it must have been quite painful. A hit to the chin was no small matter. Guilt washed over her, and without thinking, she leaned in closer, reaching for his chin. “Let me see how bad it is…”

Owen hadn’t anticipated her sudden proximity.

There was no time for him to retreat. In an instant, her face was right before his, magnified and vivid. Autumn’s lashes were long and elegantly curled. Since becoming pregnant, she had opted for a natural look, often leaving her face free of makeup when she ventured outside.

While some women struggled with their appearance during pregnancy, Autumn radiated beauty. Her skin glowed with a rosy hue, a clear testament to the care she was taking of herself.

Her appetite had increased since she learned she was expecting, and her once-slim face had taken on a softer fullness.

This added roundness didn’t detract from her youthful appearance; instead, it enhanced it, making her look even younger than she had before.

In fact, if she slipped into some athletic wear, one could easily mistake her for a bright-eyed college student.

For the first time, a flicker of anxiety ignited in Owen’s chest.

He was already older than her. Witnessing her look even more vibrant than before, as if time were reversing for her, sent a wave of panic through him.

People are visual creatures, after all. What if one day Autumn starts thinking I’m old?

“Sir, ma’am, we’ve—”

The driver, unaware of the intimate moment unfolding in the back seat, lowered the partition to announce their arrival. His eyes widened at the sight of Autumn cupping Owen’s chin. They were so close, practically sharing breath, as if on the brink of a kiss.

Realizing he had interrupted a significant moment, the driver hastily raised the partition again, his mind screaming, Hit the button, you idiot, hit it!

The driver’s voice jolted Owen back to reality. He grasped Autumn’s hand, meeting her confused gaze. Clearing his throat, he looked away from her face and murmured, “I’m fine.”

Autumn, still a bit dazed, remained blissfully unaware of how intimate their brief encounter had been.

All she understood was that getting hit in the chin with a head was supposed to be excruciating. Concerned that Owen was merely putting on a brave face, she leaned in again, determined to assess the damage for herself before her worry could spiral.

Seeing her resolve, Owen reluctantly released her hand.

Autumn then gently grasped his chin, turning it side to side for a thorough examination.

Their closeness intensified, and Owen could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck.

The position was torturous. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously, and his voice came out a bit hoarser than usual. “Are you done?”

Autumn nodded, her eyes focused intently on his chin. “It’s just a little red; it doesn’t look like it’s swelling. How do you feel? Do your teeth hurt?”

Owen shook his head, trying to suppress the chuckle that threatened to escape at her concern.

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