《Hidden No More: The Billionaire’s Plus-Sized Secret》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

The moment the words left Quinn's mouth, I forgot every warning the doctors had given me.I pushed myself upright so quickly that a sharp pain ripped through my ribs, making me gasp."Laura," Quinn said immediately, reaching for me. "Easy.""You found them?" I asked, hardly noticing the pain. "You found the people who did this to me?"His expression softened just a little."I found a lead.""I don't care if it's a lead." I shook my head. "Tell me. Please."He exhaled slowly before pulling the chair closer to my hospital bed."First, you need to calm down.""I can't calm down, Quinn." My voice trembled despite myself. "I've been wondering every single day who wanted me dead. I need answers."For a long moment, he simply studied me.Then he nodded."I was at work this morning when Thomas called.""The detective?""Yeah.""What did he say?""He said one of the men we arrested finally slipped."My heartbeat quickened."They talked?""Not willingly." Quinn folded his arms. "But after enoug

Laura's povBeing discharged from the hospital felt strangely surreal.For the first time in two weeks, I wasn't surrounded by the constant beeping of monitors or nurses checking my blood pressure every few hours. The room that had become so familiar suddenly felt temporary again, like I had only borrowed it.I sat on the edge of the hospital bed while one of the doctors flipped through my chart."There has been remarkable improvement," he said with a smile. "I'm happy with your recovery.""I'm just really glad I'm going home""You are."I couldn't stop smiling.Finally.The doctor adjusted his glasses before looking at me again."That said, Mrs Cardiff, you're not completely out of danger."The smile faded from my face."You suffered a severe concussion, several fractured ribs, and your heart was placed under an enormous amount of stress."I nodded slowly "I remember.""We're particularly concerned about your heart."My brows knitted together."The slowing of your heartbeat after the

Laura's POVThe date for The Last Ember premiere was drawing closer and closer, and I could feel myself getting more excited with every passing day.I had recovered a lot over the last few days, and I had Quinn to thank for that.He made sure I ate every meal, slept enough, took my medication exactly when I was supposed to, and never overworked myself. If I so much as stood for too long, he somehow knew. If I skipped a glass of water, he'd notice. If I looked tired, he'd ask if I'd rested properly.I'd hate to admit it, but he was performing remarkably well for someone who claimed he cared so little.It made me ask far too many questions.The days after my discharge had been surprisingly peaceful.I had received countless get-well-soon bouquets, teddy bears, chocolates, fruit baskets, handwritten notes, and little gifts from people I didn't even know. Some came from fans, some from production companies, and most of them had no names attached at all.That part unsettled me.Every singl

Quinn's POVI just sat there looking at her, speechless.I had nothing to say.She was right.I was the one crossing the line.I was the one blurring the agreement.It wasn't Laura.It wasn't circumstance.It wasn't some misunderstanding.It was me.Every single time.I kept pulling her close only to remind her that this was supposed to be nothing more than a business arrangement. I pushed her toward something that looked painfully close to love, then yanked her back behind the invisible line I'd drawn myself.God, I was an idiot.When the chandelier fell on her and I thought I was going to lose her...That was the first time I admitted the truth.I had feelings for Laura.Not admiration.Not responsibility.Not guilt.Feelings.Real ones.And once I admitted it, I stopped pretending I didn't want to be around her.That was why I visited every night in the hospital.That was why I'd leave work exhausted only to spend hours talking to her about absolutely nothing.Why I'd started telli

Laura's POVI never thought burnt pancakes could taste this good.Maybe it was because Quinn had made them.Or at least... attempted to.I cut off another piece from the least burnt one on my plate before looking across the kitchen island at him.He still hadn't bothered putting on a shirt.His dark lounge pants hung comfortably on his hips, his hair still messy from sleep, and the morning sunlight pouring through the windows highlighted every line of muscle across his chest and shoulders.It should have been illegal for someone to look that good while failing so miserably at making breakfast."So?" he asked expectantly.I chewed thoughtfully."They're edible."His eyebrows shot up."'Edible?'""I'm trying to be supportive.""They're delicious.""They're... pancakes.""They're charcoal."I laughed."They're your charcoal."He pointed his fork at me."I'll remember this betrayal.""Oh?""The next time you cook, I'm criticizing everything.""I don't cook."He blinked."You don't?""I gr