Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 7: Learned to Throw Yourself Into My Arms

Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Learned to Throw Yourself Into My Arms

Jett Sterling raised his arms and caught her in a full embrace. Vivian Quinn tumbled into the man, her lips brushing against his neck.

A low chuckle rumbled by her ear. "Miss Quinn, if you want to kiss me, you can just say so. No need to be so... indirect."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ’Could I be any more humiliated!’

"A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

Jett Sterling gripped her shoulders, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Not bad," he murmured. "You’ve already learned to throw yourself into my arms and seduce me."

Vivian Quinn: "!!!"

"Don’t be ridiculous!" She turned to glare at him, her voice low. "Who’s throwing themselves at you! Who’s seducing you!"

"Aren’t you throwing yourself into my arms right now?"

Vivian Quinn glanced down. She was sprawled across the man’s chest in an awkward yet intimate position. It really did look like she was making a move on him!

Vivian Quinn scrambled to her feet, but in the next instant, the man wrapped an arm around her slender waist. With a firm tug, he pulled her right onto his lap.

Vivian Quinn’s face flushed beet red. "What are you doing?"

"Don’t move."

Rachel Quinn stared at their interaction, her jaw dropping in shock. It took her a moment to regain her composure. "Who are you people? What’s your relationship with Vivian?"

"You don’t have the right to know." Easton Rivers walked over to Nina King and slapped her twice across the face.

Nina King was completely stunned.

Easton Rivers ordered, "She just forced Miss Quinn to drink. Pay her back, double."

Two bodyguards immediately pinned Nina King down, grabbed a bottle, and started forcing the liquor down her throat.

"No... Mmph..." Nina King was powerless to struggle, forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the strong liquor.

"Don’t you dare treat Nina like that!" Rachel Quinn stepped forward. "This is my home! How dare you trespass! Don’t you know that’s against the law?"

"This is my home, too." Vivian Quinn wiped a trace of liquor from the corner of her mouth. "Rachel Quinn, I let them in. Do you have a problem with that?"

Rachel Quinn was momentarily speechless, but quickly recovered. "Stop it, right now! Do you have any idea who I am? I’m not just the eldest daughter of the Quinn Family, I’m the fiancée of the Grant Group’s Young Master! You’d better watch out, or you’ll be sorry!"

"The eldest daughter of the Quinn Family?" Easton Rivers gave a faint smile. "The most important thing in life is to know your place. Never forget that you have a thief’s blood running through your veins."

"As the saying goes, what’s bred in the bone will come out in the flesh. A rat’s child knows how to dig. If you stick to your digging and stop causing trouble, you might live a long life. Otherwise, you won’t even know what hit you."

Rachel Quinn trembled with rage. She hated it more than anything when people brought up her origins—and that damned thief!

"How dare you humiliate me! If you have any guts, tell me your name. I won’t let this go!"

"You’re not worthy of knowing my name."

Vivian Quinn watched the scene unfold with a cold expression. She looked away and nudged Jett Sterling’s arm. "Let me go. I need to go upstairs and get some things."

"I’ll go with you."

Jett Sterling followed Vivian Quinn to the second floor.

It was a small, north-facing room that saw no sunlight all year round. It didn’t even have an en-suite bathroom.

Jett Sterling frowned. "The Quinn Family has you living in a place like this?"

Vivian Quinn pulled out a suitcase and started packing. "It’s just a place to sleep. I don’t need anything fancy."

Jett Sterling said nothing, quietly watching her pack her things.

Vivian Quinn didn’t have many belongings; they barely filled half the suitcase.

By the time they came downstairs, Nina King had been forced to drink so much that she was completely wasted.

Rachel Quinn rushed forward and grabbed Vivian Quinn’s hand, asking anxiously, "Vivian, you packed a suitcase. Where are you going? Who is this man?"

Vivian Quinn snatched her hand back and slapped her across the face.

SLAP!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed as Rachel Quinn’s head snapped to the side.

She clutched her left cheek, staring at Vivian Quinn in disbelief. "How could you hit me?"

"And why couldn’t I?" Vivian Quinn sneered. "Hiding behind that hypocritical mask, always playing the victim and letting your little minions fight your battles... honestly, Rachel Quinn, it must be exhausting."

Rachel Quinn’s eyes welled with tears, her expression so pitiful it was heartbreaking. "Vivian, I didn’t."

"I’m not blind. I saw everything clearly. But I know you don’t have the guts to admit it. You’re pathetic, Rachel Quinn, forced to live your life forever wearing a mask."

A flash of resentment flickered in Rachel Quinn’s eyes but vanished in an instant. She then spoke with righteous indignation, "Vivian, is this the man you hooked up with during the few days you were missing? Are you planning to leave with him? You are a daughter of the Quinn Family, after all. How could you do something that brings such shame to our name?"

Vivian Quinn ignored her, simply pushing her suitcase as she walked away.

Once they were in the car, Vivian Quinn finally had a chance to thank him. "Thank you for coming in to rescue me."

Jett Sterling replied, "Helping out my girlfriend is a given. No need to thank me."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Jett Sterling, I’m curious." Vivian Quinn turned to look at the man beside her. "Do you really not mind that I’m crippled and ugly?"

Jett Sterling’s brow furrowed, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes. "Do I need to prove it?"

Vivian Quinn sensed a sudden hint of danger and shook her head frantically. "No, no, I believe you!"

’She didn’t feel happy. Instead, a pang of heartache shot through her.’

’Her own fiancé had betrayed her, disgusted by her limp and her ugliness, yet a stranger she’d met by a twist of fate could accept her without a second thought.’

’How ridiculous.’

Jett Sterling reached out and ruffled her hair. "How dare you think about another man when you’re with me?"

Vivian Quinn: "!!!"

"Are you a mind reader? How did you know what I was thinking?"

"That’s a secret."

Vivian Quinn said nothing. ’It was impossible not to think of Austin Grant. He betrayed me. If I don’t make him pay for this, I won’t be able to live with myself!’

...

Back at the villa, Easton Rivers helped Vivian Quinn carry her suitcase upstairs.

Vivian Quinn followed him into the bedroom and looked around. "This is the master bedroom, isn’t it?"

"Yes, Miss Quinn."

"Then I can’t stay here."

Before Easton Rivers could reply, Jett Sterling’s voice sounded from behind them. "And why not?"

"This is your room!"

Jett Sterling’s lips curled into a smirk. "You’re my girlfriend. A girlfriend I’ve been... intimate with. I don’t see why we should sleep in separate rooms."

"Jett Sterling, don’t even think about it!" Vivian Quinn said sternly. "’Girlfriend’ is a title you gave me. To be frank, I’m not exactly a willing participant in this."

"Besides, even though I reluctantly agreed to stay here with you for a month, I never agreed to share a room. I thought that was our tacit understanding. I can’t believe you actually had the nerve to bring it up!"

The man’s smile only widened. "I was just teasing you. There’s a guest room across the hall. I’ll stay there."

"No need." Vivian Quinn grabbed her suitcase and bolted. "You’re the owner of the house. I shouldn’t take over your master bedroom. The guest room is fine for me."

Vivian Quinn reached the guest room and finally let out a sigh of relief.

’That man, Jett Sterling, was impossible to read. For the next month, she would have to be careful around him. The second her time was up, she had to get the hell out of there without a moment’s delay!’

Vivian Quinn took a shower, then pulled an old laptop from her suitcase and began typing fluently.

’It was time to start preparing for that scumbag and that bitch’s engagement party next week!’

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The door was suddenly knocked, and a moment later, she heard the doorknob turn.

Vivian Quinn reflexively raised a hand to her left cheek. ’She’d just washed her face—she hadn’t put her fake scar back on!’

The door opened, and Jett Sterling wheeled himself in!