Yaffe looks at Quinn and can’t help but stick to his face that is flawless.
Noticing Yaffe from the corner of his eye, Quinn sees the dazed look on her little face and he smiles, “Are you in love with me, huh?”
Noticing Yaffe from the corner of his eye, Quinn saw the dazed look on her little face and smiled, “You’re in love with me, huh?”
He said the final word “huh” in a gently rising tone, sounding magnetic and lazy, which is particularly seductive.
Yaffe comes back to her senses, “Did you take his temperature?”
Quinn moves gently, pulling off Wiphy’s pajamas and taking out the thermometer that had been placed under his armpit.
Yaffe takes the thermometer and goes to a brighter place to look at it.
“He’s 39. 2 degrees and needs a fever-reducing injection and a drip. Is he allergic to any medications?”
“No.”
Yaffe nods and begins to dispense the medicine.
Yaffe hesitates as she injects the needle into the back of Wiphy’s foot.
Children usually tend to move around and can easily hurt themselves with a crooked needle.
The moment the needle plunges into his delicate skin, Wiphy jerks and tries to struggle.
Quinn’s large hand holds his little foot as he also covers Yaffe’s hand and whispers, “Good boy, baby, don’t move.”
Wiphy sure doesn’t move again, just allowing Yaffe to secure the needle.
Quinn holds Wiphy until after the first IV drip is finished and then he put Wiphy to bed.
But as soon as Quinn puts him on the bed, Wiphy starts to struggle.
Quinn has no choice but to pick him back up and pats his little butt lightly with his big hand.
Seeing that Quinn has been maintaining this position for almost an hour, Yaffe says, “Let me try?”
Yaffe regrets just after saying that.
Her words sound like she is trying to get close.
Just as she hesitates to explain, a small and soft object is placed in her hand.
It is Wiphy.
Quinn says, “I talked to the head of the hospital for you and said you’d be with me all day. I have an important meeting at ten and an internal company meeting this afternoon, and I won’t be back until six. During this period of time, please take care of Wiphy for me.”
“I’m not very good at taking care of little kids.”
“The housekeeper and babysitter are here, they’ll tell you what to do. Wiphy only lets me and you touch him, so they can’t help.”
“Okay.”
Quinn strokes Yaffe’s hair, “Thank you.”
After that, Quinn walks out quickly.
Yaffe and Wiphy are soon the only ones left in the large room.
Yaffe looks down at Wiphy’s little face, which is pink with fever, and actually becomes extremely relaxed.
**
Wiphy is much easier to care for when he is sick than other kids because he spends most of his time sleeping.
As long as Yaffe holds him in her arms, he can be very quiet.
Yaffe pulls the needle out after the three bottles of IV drips are finished.
Seeing this, the housekeeper brings the maid in with lunch, “Miss Yaffe, it’s time for lunch.”
“Eat here?”
“It’s okay.”
Yaffe isn’t going to insist on this and says, “Do you have any porridge? I want to feed Wiphy some porridge. If he doesn’t eat, he will recover more slowly.”
“The porridge is ready. Miss Yaffe, please.”
“Okay.”
The butler asked the maid to put lunch on the bedside cabinet before he went to find a new set of pajamas for Wiphy.
Yaffe touches Wiphy’s forehead and notices it isn’t as hot as before.
Wiphy is wakened by her slight movement and opens his eyes.
His dark eyes look like they are covered in a mist of water and he looks a little confused.
Then he seems to see the person holding him and his eyes lights up.
In the next second, he purses his little red lips in aggravation and buries his sweaty little head in Yaffe’s arms.
Yaffe’s heart softens by his reaction. She wants to carry a knife and chops herself up when she thinks about how cruelly she had treated him before and how much he had relied on her.
Yaffe involuntarily softens her voice, “Baby, you’re awake. Let’s have some porridge, okay?”
Wiphy shakes his head gently and his chubby little arm rests weakly on Yaffe’s arm.
Yaffe manages to coax Wiphy into eating some porridge while she is eating.
**
Quinn never expects to see such a picture when he returns home.
On the wide children’s bed, two delicate faces lie defenseless on the pillows.
Wiphy is resting on Yaffe’s arm, sleeping like a little piggy.
Yaffe, meanwhile, faces Wiphy and places her hand on Wiphy’s stomach. And her sleepy face looks serene and calm.
Quinn walks over to the bed and pulls the quilt over the two of them.
Yaffe wakes up at his movement and quickly snaps out of her daze, “What time is it?”
“Six-thirty.”
“It’s so late! I have to go home.”
”But if he wakes up and can’t see you, Wiphy will be sad.”
Yaffe pauses, remembering how much Wiphy has relied on her during the day, and says, “I’ll come back tomorrow to see him.”
Quinn doesn’t force her, “I’ll drive you back.”
“No, thanks.”
“You’ve been helping me take care of Wiphy all day, and it wouldn’t make sense for me not to drive you home. Besides, there wouldn’t even be another car passing through here.”
Yaffe remembers the surrounding terrain and doesn’t object anymore.
**
Quinn still fastens Yaffe’s seatbelt as he has done in the morning, which makes Yaffe uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything.
There is a silence in the car.
Yaffe is a little uncomfortable at first, but soon ignores him.
Neither of them says a word until the car pulls up to Yaffe’s downstairs.
As soon as the car pulls up, Yaffe pulls out of the car, says goodbye, and then heads into the building without looking back.
Watching Yaffe disappears, Quinn’s mouth quirks up as he starts the car and left.
**
As soon as Yaffe walks in her home, the smell of food catches her attention.
She yells, “Mom, I love you!” as she took off her shoes. ”I can love you for another five hundred years for the sake of your cooking!”
“Don’t flatter me. Hurry up, wash your hands and eat.”
“Okay.” Yaffe happily runs into the kitchen to wash her hands and then sits at the table.
Monismith serves her a bowl of soup, “Does Quinn drive you back?”
“What?” Yaffe almost chokes on Monismith’s words.
“Wasn’t Quinn the one who just sent you back?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re really having an affair with him, aren’t you?” Monismith asks.
Yaffe turns to Yannick and says, “Dad, get your wife under control!”
Yannick pats her hand, “We do want to know the real relationship between you and Quinn. The last time we saw him, we didn’t ask because your mother and I thought it was probably a coincidence that he sent you back, and we didn’t want to interfere too much in your personal life. But he sent you back twice in one week, so we didn’t think it was just friendship.”
Yaffe gets serious at Yannick’s words, “His kid was sick today, so I went to help take care of him.”