The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

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Pearlic, with eyes as round as saucers, was perched on the nightstand, hugging its tiny paws. It had observed Quentin tending to Nina from start to finish.

‘Oh my gosh!’ Pearlie thought, its tiny mind spinning with shock. ‘Mr. Scary-face can be gentle too!’ Lost in thought, it was suddenly scooped up, feeling light as a feather.

Quentin’s fingertips were damp from changing Nina’s ice pack. He kept his eyes on Nina as he reached for the clean towel he knew was on the nightstand, without ever looking away.

Instead of the towel, Quentin grabbed Pearlie, the white, fluffy creature sitting right next to it. Before Pearlie could even react, Quentin was wiping the water from his fingertips on her soft fur.

After a couple of wipes, Quentin suddenly realized something was off about this “towel.” “Wait, why is it so fluffy, warm, and actually moving?’ he wondered.

He froze, looked down, and locked eyes with Pearlie, whose tiny eyes were brimming with shock and pitiful helplessness. He caught Pearlie in his hand and gave it two soft squeaks.

Quentin looked at Pearlie, all innocent and clueless in his hand, then glanced at the actual white towel on the nightstand. He was speechless for a moment.

Pearlie was crying inside. ‘Oh no. Nina treats me like a mouse; and Quentin treats me like a towel. They’re both ganging up on me!

‘I bet it’s because I just kicked Quentin! He’s totally getting back at me by wiping his hands on me! Quentin is seriously the pettiest person alive!’

Right when Quentin and Pearlie were locked in an awkward stare-off, things took a turn. Lying on the bed, Nina seemed to hear Pearlie’s sad little squeaks and frowned in her sleep.

The next moment, still groggy, she reached out without thinking and grabbed Quentin’s arm before he could even move. Then, like she’d just found her most beloved plushie, she wrapped her arms around his forearm and clung to it.

Quentin’s sleeves were already rolled up. Nina’s feverish cheek sought the cool comfort of his forearm, her skin burning against his. She softly rubbed her hot face against him.

Quentin suddenly stiffened, as if struck by a freezing spell. He stood rooted to the spot, not daring to breathe.

As he tried to pull his arm back a bit, Nina just hugged him tighter and groaned in annoyance, “Pearlie, stop moving.”

Pearlie, who had been plopped onto the nightstand by Quentin, gave a sad little squeak. “Nina, your Pearlie is right here.”

Quentin looked down at her burning red cheek, and with a sigh, finally surrendered, slumping awkwardly by the bed in this weird position.

Shadow had been lurking in the shadows, observing everything unfold tonight. He seemed to grasp the

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situation. Then, he slipped back to the RV, carried Quentin’s tablet in his mouth, and nudged it into his free hand.

Quentin was speechless. He stared at the tablet stuffed into his hand, then looked up at Shadow, who gave him a look that clearly said, “You’re welcome.”

So, in the silence of the night, Quentin, the guy who always kept people at arm’s length, was now held captive by Nina at the bedside.

One arm was locked tight, like he was her own human-shaped comfort plushie, while his other hand steadily held the tablet, reviewing business documents. The white glow from the screen illuminated his face.

Shadow let out a barely audible, soothing purr, then curled up at Quentin’s feet, chin resting on his paws, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, on the nearby nightstand, Pearlie was lying belly-up, its fluffy little tummy rising and falling with each breath. A tiny droplet of glistening drool slid from the corner of its mouth and dripped onto the wooden nightstand.

Its little nose and whiskers twitched from time to time, suggesting it was lost in a dream where it was feasting on its favorite crispy chicken nuggets.

For a while, the room settled into a warm, peaceful hush. As the minutes ticked by, Quentin’s eyelids began to droop.

*****

The next morning, the soft glow of dawn filtered through the window, wrapping the room in gentle light. Quentin had dozed off right by the bed, his chin resting on his crossed arms, one arm still snuggled tight in

Nina’s.

The peaceful silence was suddenly broken by the blaring ring of a phone. Quentin’s lashes trembled, and his sleepy eyes struggled to open. He thought sleepily, ‘It’s probably James.’

He reached for his phone and answered it without checking the caller. His voice was raspy and lazy, still heavy with sleep. “Yeah?”

On the other end, Simon’s voice came through, calm just like always. “Nina, how are you feeling?” Yet, the moment Quentin’s voice reached his ears, Simon’s own words caught in his throat, abruptly silenced.

There was a moment of awkward silence on the line. When Simon spoke again, his tone went cold and sharp, all defenses up. “Quentin!”

Quentin instinctively pulled the phone away from his ear, and when his eyes caught the cartoon kitten sticker on the back, only then did he realize that he was holding Nina’s phone.

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