I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 25

The room featured only one massive, luxurious king-sized bed.

Bonnie nervously gripped the edge of her shirt. "Um... Mr. Vance, I can sleep on the couch."

Quentin glanced at the rather narrow sofa. He didn't argue, offering only a flat "Hmm" before turning into the bathroom.

Once the door was shut, Bonnie finally exhaled.

She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but ever since Arthur's speech downstairs, Quentin's mood had completely bottomed out.

He was as cold and quiet as ever, but there was a much heavier, suffocating weight to his presence.

Before long, Quentin stepped out of the bathroom.

Bonnie didn't dare stare. She quickly grabbed her pajamas and scurried in to wash up.

When she stepped back out, she found Quentin standing completely still in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

The night outside was pitch black, without a single star in the sky.

He hadn't moved an inch. His broad back was perfectly straight, yet he looked incredibly isolated.

Bonnie lay on the sofa for a while, tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep.

Seeing him still standing there, she finally broke the silence.

"Mr. Vance, are you not going to sleep?"

"Do you want me to give you a massage to help you relax?"

Quentin didn't answer right away. After a few seconds, he coldly spit out a single word.

"No."

He turned around and began walking toward the bed.

In that exact moment, Bonnie sharply realized something was wrong.

His eyes... they had absolutely no focus.

Those dark eyes that were normally as sharp and cold as a hawk's were currently as blank and hollow as dead water.

His steps were incredibly slow. When he reached the edge of the bed, he leaned down, feeling the mattress with his hand before slowly lying down.

Bonnie held her breath as she watched.

Jasper had told her that Quentin's belongings had to be kept in exact, fixed positions and were never to be moved.

He hated people touching his private things and despised anyone disrupting his routine.

She had originally thought he just had a terrible temper and strict boundaries.

But now, she realized it wasn't about boundaries—he needed those fixed positions just to know where things were.

Bonnie's heart began to race.

She slowly sat up and padded quietly over to the side of the bed.

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