When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Shirley’s Worry

Shirley wanted Mr. Quintin to leave her alone. She only had a cold and was not paralyzed. There was no need for him to personally carry her into the room.

Besides, how could Mr. Quintin enter Shirley’s room casually?

But now, Shirley was seriously sick. She did not have much strength to argue with Mr. Quintin. She just wanted to lie down and sleep. She raised her hand and pointed to the stairs. “The first room on

the second floor.”

Then, Mr. Quintin carried Shirley to the room on the second floor.

Shirley’s room was quite different from her personality. There was pink, Tiffany blue, dolls, figurines, and so on. There was also gauze around the bed, making the room look beautiful and

dreamlike.

“You are irritable, but your room is like a little girl’s.”

Mr. Quintin put Shirley on the bed and began to swagger around her room.

Shirley had a headache and felt weak. She gritted her teeth and said, “If there’s nothing else, you

can do what you need to do. You don’t have to waste your time with me.”

“I can’t go. I promised May that I would take good care of you.”

“No need. I’ll be fine after a nap.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll just look around.”

After Mr. Quintin finished speaking, he bent down to study the figurine that Shirley placed on the

piano.

Shirley was so angry that she wanted to jump up and kick Mr. Quintin, who was insensible, away,

but since the contract had not been signed, she had to bear it.

Shirley covered her head with a blanket and fell asleep.

In a daze, Shirley seemed to have heard May come in, but then she went out.

“Are you okay?”

Through the blanket, Shirley heard Mr. Quintin’s cold voice.

Shirley was boiling hot, and she had no strength. She didn’t want to answer Mr. Quintin, so she

closed her eyes and continued sleeping.

“May brought the medicine here. Take it before you sleep.”

Mr. Quintin sat by the bed, holding the steaming hot soup in his hands. He scooped up the soup to

cool it.

Shirley lay huddled up in bed. She didn’t want to face the outside world. To be exact, she didn’t want to face Mr. Quintin. She didn’t like Mr. Quintin, but she couldn’t afford to offend him!

“If you feel too weak to drink it, I don’t mind feeding you.”

Mr. Quintin looked at Shirley who was still pretending to sleep and said slowly.

Shirley couldn’t help but roll her eyes under the blanket.

Tsk, Mr. Quintin must tell a lie. He was so nice to Shirley. How could he say that he didn’t like her?

Shirley didn’t show her head the entire time. She wanted to see how Mr. Quintin could feed her.

The next moment, the blanket covering Shirley’s head was removed by Mr. Quintin. Mr. Quintin took a sip of the medicine and then slowly approached her.

Despite her dizziness, Shirley instantly sobered up a little and moved back in shock. “What… What do you want to do?”

Mr. Quintin was silent. He had the medicine in his mouth, and his deep eyes looked very serious. Shirley finally knew what he wanted.

Shirley swallowed and had to obey Mr. Quintin. “Fine, I’ll drink it.”

Mr. Quintin smiled with satisfaction. He swallowed the medicine in his mouth and whispered, “Since you are sick, don’t act tough. Just do as I say.”

Mr. Quintin’s words gave Shirley a creepy feeling.

Shirley picked up the bowl and smelled it. She wanted to vomit up the overnight meal.

“The medicine made by May is so bitter. I don’t want to drink it. I don’t need to take medicine. I just

need to sleep…”

“You have no choice but to drink it.”