Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover ( K. SALAZAR)

Chapter 26: All Exhausted

"But what he saved is just a money-making machine. You might not be able to make five million even if you worked for your whole life. And if you do make it, your life will be over by then. There is no kindness in the world that doesn't ask for something in return." After saying that, Quincy lazily leaned against the bed and said, "Come here. Time to sleep."

"What?" The atmosphere changed so fast that Wanda stood up in fright and walked towards the door.

"Don't think too much. I want you to stay here because if the wound gets inflamed again and there's no one around me, something bad might happen to me. And since you're the only one here, I'm afraid my men won't let you go. You should also consider the safety of your family. He might end up in trouble if you aren't smart," Quincy said.

Wanda stopped in her tracks. Then, she walked to the couch and sat down with her lips pursed. "All right, sir. If I sleep here tonight, will that make you happy?"

Since she spent most of her time at the hospital these days, she hadn't been getting enough sleep. So, soon after she saw that Quincy had fallen asleep, she dozed off too. Quincy, however, woke up from time to time and kept looking at her to make sure that she was comfortable.

All of a sudden, he had the urge to tease her, so he lifted his foot and kicked her slightly. However, Wanda was too deep asleep to even notice it. She snored, tossed over, and continued to sleep.

Quincy frowned and wondered, 'What kind of a woman does that? How can she sleep so soundly in the same room with a man she doesn't know well?'
He grabbed a pillow next to him and threw it at her. Startled, Wanda quickly got up and asked, "What's the matter? Are you all right?"

Looking at her sleepy face, Quincy ordered in a low voice, "I'm starving. Make something for me to eat."

Upon hearing that, Wanda finally woke up and looked at the clock. It was around 11 p.m., which meant that it had been only two hours since they had dinner.

"What are you waiting for? If you were at the casino, you'd be working at this hour, right? Don't forget that you're only here to make up for your time of absence at work," Quincy said.

"I understand, sir," Wanda replied meekly. Since she was living in his house, she had no choice but to obey his every command.

In less than thirty minutes, she came back with a bowl of piping hot noodles. She placed the bowl before him while he looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Confused, she stared at him with a blank expression. "My hand is injured, right? How am I supposed to eat this on my own?" he asked with a snort.

"That shouldn't be too hard for you, sir. I noticed that you were happy to eat your dinner on your own earlier." Wanda gulped when she saw Quincy staring at her coldly in response. Although he didn't look mad at her, she still felt afraid of him, because he had single handedly taken care of his businesses for so long that it had turned him into an unfeeling, intimidating person.

"I still haven't learned how to use chopsticks with my left hand. You either feed me, or fetch me a fork so that I can eat it," he said.

Did Quincy really eat with a fork earlier? Wanda hadn't paid much attention before as she had only been worried about his fever.

"Would you like me to feed you, then?" she asked.

"What else did you expect?" he asked, looking at her with a smile.

With a sigh, Wanda sat next to him and fed him the noodles. Quincy quickly finished the bowl and went t

o sleep with a satisfied expression.

Wanda yawned, feeling exhausted. However, she was sleepless for a long time before she closed her eyes.

All of a sudden, Quincy threw another pillow at her. She rubbed her eyes and looked at him in the dark. "The noodles were too salty. My throat is parched."

Holding the blanket in her hand, Wanda asked, "Were they really that salty? Why didn't you say anything when I was feeding you? You seemed to enjoy it then."

However, Wanda understood that resisting him was pointless, so she did as he said.

The next morning, she woke up and looked at herself in the mirror. There were dark circles under her eyes, and they looked much worse than the ones she had had when she had worked consecutive night shifts at the No.3 Mansion.

She feared that if she had to sacrifice another night's sleep, she would collapse from exhaustion.

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