CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 391: I WANT TO WATCH YOU SLEEP

Shannon Quinn could clearly feel that Leo had changed a lot since she returned from her accident this time.

Mature and sensible, he seemed unlike a typical five or six-year-old child.

He no longer kept asking when Dad would come home, and looking at Shannon Quinn’s flattened belly, he never once asked where his sister had gone.

Perhaps he’s asked Granny behind her back, but he never brought up even half a word about the child in front of Shannon Quinn.

After dinner, Catherine Yardley would take Leo out for a walk, and when Shannon Quinn suggested joining them, she was immediately scolded back by Catherine Yardley.

Catherine said that the wind was strong at night, and going out could easily lead to lingering ailments in the future.

Leo, acting like a little adult, also shooed Shannon Quinn back.

Shannon Quinn watched eagerly as the old and young went out the door, then gloomily returned to the living room, turned on the TV, and found the romance drama Erin Bishop had recommended to her a few days ago.

Watching the distant plot and the interaction between the lead characters, she always associated it with herself and Landon Sutton.

Thinking back, they too once had such enviable love.

But now, she didn’t know whether he would still return.

What entirely shattered her might not be the loss of the child, but his questioning that day.

It was from that moment that she didn’t want to have any further contact with his memory-lacking self.

Because his words knocked her awake, making her clearly realize that the man standing before her was not the one she loved.

While watching intently, her phone rang.

Lying half on the sofa, Shannon Quinn lazily glanced at the phone clamoring on the coffee table, unwilling to even pick it up.

The ringtone urged her, reluctantly sitting up and reaching for the phone.

Seeing the number was a landline call, Shannon Quinn guessed it might be someone selling insurance, doing promotions, or placing ads.

She didn’t really want to answer, but fearing it might be work-related, she lay back on the sofa and picked up the call.

Shannon Quinn: "Hello, who is this?"

It wasn’t the expected barrage of introducing oneself from some company or brand, nor the promotion of insurance, nor the selling of products.

There was no sound at all.

"Hello?" Shannon Quinn confusedly took down her phone to check, the call duration was changing.

Could it be her phone that’s the problem?

Shannon Quinn: "Hello, can you hear me?"

The other end still didn’t make a sound; Shannon Quinn felt a bit perplexed and hung up directly.

She didn’t dwell on it, continuing to watch TV.

On the other end, Landon Sutton looked at the busy line, dropped his gaze disappointedly, and hung up the phone.

Sitting on the large hotel bed, he took out a cigarette pack and lit what must be the umpteenth cigarette of the night.

He found himself missing her.

Before confirming whether she was indeed that kind of unfaithful woman, he intended to control himself rationally not to contact her, but after enduring several nights, he finally couldn’t stand it.

Just hearing her voice would be good.

Hospital.

Susan Wilde lay in her hospital bed, in rather good spirits.

She could have been discharged in the morning, but after Mrs. Rhodes visited her, Susan Wilde realized that being discharged meant going to the Rhodes Family with Shawn Rhodes, which she didn’t want.

She preferred staying in the hospital.

She would delay for two days and then divorce Shawn Rhodes.

Only after Mrs. Rhodes left.

After escorting his mother, Shawn Rhodes returned to the ward and looked at Susan Wilde, asking: "Will he be coming over later?"

Susan Wilde paused for a moment, then nodded without avoiding anything, saying: "Yes, he’s already on the way."

Shawn Rhodes nodded to show he knew, pursed his lips, and said again: "Then rest well."

Watching him turn to leave, Susan Wilde couldn’t help but call out to him, asking: "You mentioned the other day about divorce, were you serious?"

Shawn Rhodes stood still, turned to look at her, and after several seconds blinked and nodded: "Serious. We’ll handle it when the civil affairs bureau opens on Monday."

Susan Wilde: "Okay."

Shawn Rhodes said nothing more and turned to leave.

Leaving the ward felt liberating, yet also like something was slipping away from his life forever, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Susan Wilde had no attachments, no reluctance, and felt no guilt.

She wholeheartedly believed that Shawn Rhodes, like her, couldn’t wait for the divorce.

After all, marrying Rowan Alder was his true desire.

And she had decided to be with Simon Rhodes, eager to regain her freedom.

That way, no matter what the outside world said, at least she herself felt at ease.

Just as she was thinking about him, he pushed open the ward door and walked in.

Juggling between the company and the hospital, it was evident he carried fatigue in his eyes, yet remained composed.

His suit was still well-fitted, his demeanor vibrant; Susan Wilde only found him more attractive the longer she looked.

"Not asleep yet?" he walked into the ward, seeing her staring at him with wide eyes.

Susan Wilde smiled warmly: "Waiting for you."

Simon Rhodes: "Waiting for me to buy you night snacks, huh."

Susan Wilde nodded heavily: "Do you have any?"

Simon Rhodes: "No."

Susan Wilde pouted: "I’m really a bit hungry."

Simon Rhodes tidied the medicine on the bedside cabinet.

Susan Wilde: "I really want to have some barbecue."

Simon Rhodes said nothing.

Susan Wilde: "And hot pot."

Simon Rhodes remained silent.

Susan Wilde: "Perhaps a glass of icy cold juice."

Simon Rhodes shot her a glance.

Susan Wilde caught it and changed: "Warm is fine too."

Simon Rhodes finally spoke: "I can buy you porridge if you want, but nothing else."

Susan Wilde puckered her lips, already fed up with porridge.

She had been eating it all day.

She lay back and covered herself with a quilt: "I’ll just go to sleep then."

Simon Rhodes chuckled, finished tidying the medicine, sat on the chair by the bed, and looked at her: "Sleep then."

Susan Wilde blinked and looked at him too.

After a few seconds of eye contact, she suddenly felt shy: "I can’t sleep if you’re watching me like that."

Simon Rhodes: "Is that so?"

Susan Wilde: "Yes!"

Simon Rhodes: "How do you want me to look at you so you can sleep?"

Susan Wilde: "I can’t sleep if you’re watching me."

Simon Rhodes solemnly: "But I want to watch you sleep."

Susan Wilde’s face blushed; she pondered and asked him: "Aren’t you tired?"

Simon Rhodes: "I was tired, but seeing you makes me not tired anymore."

Susan Wilde furrowed her brows; apparently, he wasn’t the bookworm she thought but a bookworm who knew how to flirt.

Moreover, his flirting was subtle, like a naturally spoken sentence that made her blush for a long time.

Thinking about how he hadn’t slept well taking care of her last night, his large figure cramped at the bedside made her feel uncomfortable just watching.

Even the accompanying bed was pitifully small for him, it truly was an injustice.

Susan Wilde turned to look outside, the LED sign on the tall building displaying several shimmering characters: The Apex Hotel.

An impulsive and bold idea popped into her mind.

She suddenly flipped back the quilt and got out of bed.

Simon Rhodes was taken aback, wondering what she intended to do.

He then saw her dash to the window and beckon him: "Come over here."

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