CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: BULLYING SHANNON QUINN IS ABSOLUTELY NOT ALLOWED

Ignoring the screams behind him, Landon Sutton turned around and walked towards his own car, instructing, "The medicine should have taken effect, you can play however you want."

Having said that, Landon Sutton got into the car, and Ronan Rhodes immediately followed, instinctively walking to the driver’s seat.

"Master Nate, where to?"

Landon Sutton looked down at his hand, which had a few small cuts from glass shards.

This little pain was nothing to him; the pain Shannon Quinn endured last night was probably a hundred times worse.

If it was just a matter of offending him, he might not have been so harsh, but bullying Shannon Quinn was not acceptable.

If it were just an accident, he might have given himself a reason to forgive, but June Yardley repeatedly scheming against Shannon Quinn meant he had to be tougher, fearing that in his absence, Shannon Quinn would continue to be bullied.

"Master Nate... back to the company?" Ronan Rhodes drove the car out of the garage and cautiously asked again.

"Yeah, what time are the tickets booked for?"

"8 PM."

Landon Sutton turned his head to look out the window, lost in thought.

Ronan Rhodes glanced at him twice and couldn’t help but ask again, "Shouldn’t we go to the hospital to bandage your hand?"

"It’s fine."

Ronan gave a couple of begrudging glances, wanting to ask something but feeling that now wasn’t the right time, afraid of saying the wrong thing and running into trouble, so he chose to quietly drive.

Shannon Quinn stood on the balcony with a watering can, looking at the greenery with a somewhat dazed expression.

Raising her head, she couldn’t help but focus on the balcony opposite, still empty, as if no one lived there at all.

However, for someone as wealthy as Landon Sutton, there’s likely property everywhere, so he probably doesn’t live in one place for long.

Retracting her gaze, Shannon Quinn put down the watering can in her hand, gently moved her shoulder, and still felt a significant amount of pain.

Looking in the mirror at the wounds on her back, dense and varying in depth, it was quite terrifying.

Fortunately, the injuries on her hands were not serious, so they didn’t affect her ability to use a pen for drafting.

The afternoon sun was just right, she brewed a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table, sat on the carpet, and the pencil scratched on the paper, while Mia curled up asleep at her feet, and time alone seemed not too bad.

After staying home for a few days, the wounds were almost scabbed over, and the pain wasn’t as noticeable—perhaps due to the medicine Vincent Rhodes had sent, which seemed to aid in quick recovery.

The medicine seemed to have a scar-lightening effect, as some of the finer wounds on her arm were barely noticeable.

Over these past few days, Vincent Rhodes hadn’t shown up again, and next door seemed to be quiet all the time, allowing her to calm down and catch up on the drafts she had fallen behind on.

After organizing the drafts at night and tidying up, she prepared to return to the studio the next day.

Having been cooped up at home without stepping outside, she was about to go moldy.

At night, a plane flying in from Eldoria landed smoothly at the airport.

Landon Sutton walked out of the airport and got straight into a car to leave.

Sitting in the car, his expression was a bit heavy as he flipped through his phone.

Shannon Quinn was drinking milk and browsing Weibo when a notification suddenly popped up with a text message.

Seeing that long string of numbers, her heart skipped a beat, and almost without thinking, she clicked into the message page, seeing just a simple sentence: Are you feeling better?

Shannon Quinn stared at those words for a few seconds, originally typing "I’m feeling better" in the reply box, then deleted it.

She returned to the Weibo page and continued browsing, but was clearly absent-minded.

Thinking to herself, why should she have to reply just because he sent a message?

When she looked for him, he wouldn’t pay attention, so she didn’t want to bother with him either.

If he liked to hide and be elusive, then let him hide, she wouldn’t ask or look for him, she’d just live her life her own way.

The more she comforted herself like this, the more she actually cared about these things.

Lost in her thoughts, she absent-mindedly scrolled through Weibo longer than necessary, thinking that if he asked one more question, she’d reply to him. Later, she realized she was simply daydreaming.

Vincent Rhodes was simply not a normal person, so how could she use normal people’s thinking to consider his matters?

Besides, the two of them weren’t even close, let alone like a loving couple sending her one text after another.

She had probably been watching too many dramas lately to harbor such thoughts toward that strange and selfish man.

With the milk cup empty, Shannon Quinn put down the cup she was holding, picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, used the light from her phone to walk into the bedroom, set an alarm clock, and selected a relatively comfortable sleeping position, ready to sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, the bedside lamp suddenly went out.

Shannon Quinn sat up and opened her eyes, hearing movement outside the room. After calming down, she quickly lay back under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

Listening to the sound of a wheelchair rolling up to her bed, even knowing Vincent Rhodes wouldn’t hurt her, she was still so scared she stiffened.

For a moment it was very quiet, she didn’t know what he was doing, perhaps he was just staring at her from beside the bed.

But not long after, she felt the wheelchair move a bit closer, and then there was a slight rustling from the covers being gently lifted by someone.

She lay still, wanting to know if he had appeared in this way while she slept before and if it was just recently she’d started noticing.

And she was curious about what he did while she was oblivious to it.

Soon Shannon Quinn felt his hand lifting her nightgown up, unable to resist, she shrank away slightly.

Whether he noticed it or not, she sensed his movements pause for a moment, then he put her clothes down and tidied the covers back over her, suddenly saying, "How’s the recovery?"

Shannon Quinn was startled but still didn’t open her eyes, determined to continue feigning sleep.

She thought her reaction was very subtle, especially in such a pitch-black environment, how could he detect it? Or was he just testing whether she was asleep?

When he lifted her clothes, it was likely just to check the injuries on her back, right?

Sometimes it was unclear whether he genuinely cared or had other motives.

After all, for the past two years of marriage, he’d been like someone who didn’t exist; Shannon Quinn couldn’t believe he suddenly appeared just to care for her.

Without getting a response from her, he didn’t pursue it further, but continued, "I brought another box of medicine and left it here."

From the sound, it seemed he placed it on the bedside table, and Shannon Quinn remained motionless, lying there.

Shortly after, she heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling away.

Once she heard the door close, Shannon Quinn immediately sat up, gritted her teeth, grabbed a jacket from the closet, and with car keys in hand, rushed out.

Peeking to see no one at the elevator entrance, she walked over, noting that one of the elevators had just gone down, which must have been the one Vincent Rhodes had taken.

Coincidentally, luck was on her side, and the other elevator just happened to come down from the upper floor, so she quickly stopped it and went in, pressing for the basement level.