FAZER LOGINPaige was carrying a food container. After she set it down on the bedside table, she turned to Quentin and said, "Thank you for taking care of Talia last night."Quentin grinned. "It's nothing, Paige. It's what I should do. Besides, you gave me this opportunity. Of course I'm going to hold on to it."Paige glanced at him, then looked at Talia. As an outsider, she could immediately pick up on their dynamic.Quentin only had eyes for Talia, yet Talia didn't necessarily see him the same way.Watching Quentin practically glued to Talia, Paige said, "I have a shoot today, so I'll have to trouble you with looking after Talia again. I'll take over tonight."Quentin almost failed to hide his smile.To him, this wasn't trouble. It was a blessing. As long as he could stay with Talia, he didn't care what he had to do.He replied, smiling, "If you're busy, I can stay with Talia these next couple of days."Paige instantly understood what he was implying. She only gave a faint, polite smile
Talia could feel that Quentin genuinely wanted to prove he was a good man, but she didn't know how to respond, so she simply chose to remain silent.Quentin didn't push her. He knew she still didn't dare to trust anyone, and he also knew she wasn't well. He figured that this wasn't the time to say anything that might make her uncomfortable.He ultimately dropped the subject.After feeding her, Quentin poured her a cup of warm water and sat there watching until she finished it.Right after Talia drank it, she started running a fever again.Quentin gave her fever-reducing medicine, and she drifted off to sleep. He, however, didn't sleep at all that night.He sat by the bed, wiping her sweat and adjusting her blanket over and over again.It wasn't until dawn, when the sky was just starting to lighten, that Quentin finally fell asleep holding Talia's hand.Because of his height, the way he slept—bent over like that—looked terribly uncomfortable. However, he was so exhausted that he
Talia finally looked away and went back to staring at the ceiling.Just then, Quentin's phone rang.The room was quiet, so she heard the man on the other end say, "Mr. Henderson, everything's ready. Should I bring it up?"Quentin replied, "Yeah.""Which room?" the man asked."Just call me when you're here. I'll come out to get it."He hung up after the short exchange.A moment later, his phone rang again. Quentin stepped out and returned two minutes later carrying a bag filled with insulated food containers.Talia knew it was food that he'd asked someone to prepare.He unpacked everything one by one. It was a full spread. There was soup, vegetables, pasta, beef, and a few shrimp.Quentin put a pillow against the headboard, settled Talia against it, and then slowly fed her with a small bowl.Talia had been starving, so she didn't argue with him and just let him feed her.The food was delicious. She ate happily, feeling content.Halfway through, Quentin asked, "Is it good?"
When Quentin heard Talia speak without telling him to let her go, relief washed over him.A relaxed smile appeared on his face. He pushed himself up from the bed and said, "I'll carry you to the bathroom."Talia's body was sticky with sweat, making her feel uncomfortable. Hearing Quentin say this, she instinctively worried that she might smell bad to him.She pulled back slightly and said, "Quentin, it's just a fever. I can go by myself."The smile that had just appeared in Quentin's eyes vanished in an instant.Seeing his reaction, Talia opened her mouth to explain. But before she could speak, Quentin had already gotten out of bed. He pulled back the blanket covering her body and scooped her up in his arms.He looked down at her, his gaze intense and his tone commanding. "I want to carry you. Talia, don't even think about pushing me away."Talia had no strength to struggle or yell at him. As such, she had no choice but to let him have his way.Quentin carried her to the bathro
Talia's face was clearly pale, yet she was still being so stubborn.Quentin didn't listen to her. He reached out to touch her neck. She wasn't sweating. Instead, her skin felt cool.Fevers tended to come and go in waves, alternating between chills and heat. Quentin was worried about her. Without caring whether she agreed or not, he took off his jacket and climbed onto the hospital bed.The bed was small, only about three feet wide.Quentin was tall. When he lay down, he couldn't even fit his feet on the bed. He curled up at the edge and pulled Talia into his arms.Half his body dangled in the air, with only half of him actually fitting on the bed.But even so, Quentin didn't complain at all. He held Talia against his chest and rested his chin in the curve of her shoulder. Drawing his lips near her ear, he asked, "Talia, are you still cold?"After her cold body absorbed some warmth, Talia instinctively burrowed into Quentin's embrace. It was only then that Talia realized her body
Talia had no idea how to respond to Quentin's words. She hesitated for a long time before finally looking up at him. She asked, "Quentin, why go through all this trouble?"Guessing what Talia was about to say, Quentin didn't want to hear it. He cut her off. "Alright, enough. Drink some water first."He picked up the cup again and held the straw to her lips. Talia's mouth was parched. She didn't refuse and took two big gulps.Seeing her drink, Quentin couldn't help himself. He praised, "Good girl."Hearing him use that tone like he was coaxing a child, Talia's face instantly flushed red. She didn't respond. Instead, she lay flat and stopped looking at him.The IV bag was empty. Seeing this, Talia asked Quentin, "Can you change the bag for me?"Quentin looked up. As expected, the bag was empty and needed to be replaced.He stood and raised his hand to change the IV. When he raised his arm, his tracksuit jacket rode up a little. As Talia turned her head, she accidentally caught a g







