Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 8: Who Let You Steal a Kiss From Me

Instantly, Vivian Quinn hid her left cheek with her hair before looking at the man who had just walked in. "Is something wrong?"

’It wasn’t that she was deliberately hiding anything. She just felt that without this scar, Jett Sterling would be even more unwilling to let her go.’

Jett Sterling was holding a tray. "I brought you something to eat."

"I’m not hungry."

"You have to eat, even if you’re not hungry. You wore yourself out the other day and still haven’t fully recovered."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

Her face flushed against her will. "Jett Sterling, can we please move on from what happened the other day?"

"Why should we move on from something that actually happened?" the man shot back.

"I can’t win an argument with you!"

Jett Sterling placed the tray on the nightstand and suddenly noticed something there. "What’s this?"

Vivian Quinn turned her head and saw it—her fake scar! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She hurriedly grabbed it. "It’s nothing, just... girl stuff."

Jett Sterling didn’t press the issue. "Drink the bird’s nest soup and get some rest. There’s an auction tomorrow, and you’re coming with me."

"I don’t want to." Vivian Quinn refused outright. "I don’t like those kinds of occasions. Find someone else to go with you."

"Miss Quinn, is it too much to ask for a girlfriend to accompany her boyfriend to an auction?" Jett Sterling watched her. "Besides, I hear Austin Grant and Rachel Quinn are going too. Don’t you want to go see them?"

’A part of her wanted to, but she knew she didn’t have what it took to go up against them right now. Going would just be asking for trouble.’

"I’m not interested. I’m not going."

"Fine, don’t go. I’ll just bid on a few things in your name."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Jett Sterling, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Bidding in my name... are you trying to put me in the spotlight?!"

"Would being in the spotlight be so bad?"

Vivian Quinn was about to explode. "Fine, I’ll go! Happy now? But you have to promise me one thing: we keep a low profile!"

"Alright." Jett Sterling handed her the bowl. "Eat."

"I already told you I’m not hungry!"

"I’ll leave after you’ve eaten."

Vivian Quinn shot him a glare, took the bowl, and had a taste of the bird’s nest soup.

’It was surprisingly good.’

She finished it in a few mouthfuls. "Can you go now?"

"Good girl. Good night."

After Jett Sterling left, Vivian Quinn immediately got out of bed and bolted the door.

’Looks like this next month is going to be tough!’

...

The next evening, a black Bentley pulled up to the villa’s entrance.

The villa’s main gate opened. Jett Sterling turned his head and saw a girl in a hat, mask, and sunglasses—practically in full disguise—sitting in a wheelchair, clumsily maneuvering it toward the car.

Jett Sterling: "...???"

Vivian Quinn reached the car and stood up from the wheelchair.

The driver came forward to fold up her wheelchair.

"Thank you. Could you please put it in the trunk? I’ll need it again when we get there."

Jett Sterling: "..."

"Vivian Quinn, what do you think you’re doing?"

"Keeping a low profile! People can easily recognize me by my feet. No one will realize it’s me if I’m in a wheelchair."

"..."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Completely necessary!"

Jett Sterling didn’t say anything more and told the driver to drive.

When they arrived at the auction, Vivian Quinn realized she had overthought things.

They took a very private elevator upstairs, and their seats were in a private box where no one could see her.

She instantly felt like all her effort had been for nothing. "Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I even used a wheelchair for this."

"You didn’t ask me."

Vivian Quinn stood up and stretched. They were in a VIP box on the second floor, with open seating below.

The auction officially began, and Jett Sterling handed her a special bidding remote. "Bid on anything you like."

"Thanks, but I’m not interested in this stuff." Vivian Quinn picked up a pair of binoculars and looked down at the floor below. "Didn’t you say Austin Grant and Rachel Quinn were coming? Where are they?"

"Private Box Six."

"Oh."

Vivian Quinn really wasn’t interested in the auction items. However, when she heard someone from Private Box Six bidding on a blue-and-white porcelain vase, Jett Sterling, who was beside her, immediately picked up the remote and raised the bid.

"What are you doing?" Vivian Quinn asked, shocked.

"I like it."

"Oh." ’She’d thought he was deliberately snatching it from Austin Grant.’

Austin Grant’s mother was very fond of antiques, especially blue-and-white porcelain.

Sure enough, Austin Grant raised his bid again.

But Jett Sterling immediately topped it.

After several more rounds of bidding, Austin Grant finally gave up. Jett Sterling won the blue-and-white porcelain vase for a seven-figure sum.

Vivian Quinn glanced at the man beside her. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she thought she saw the corner of Jett Sterling’s lips curl into a cold, triumphant smirk. It was incredibly faint, yet impossible to ignore.

’Why did she get the feeling this man was deliberately trying to outbid Austin Grant?’

’But then again, she was probably just overthinking it.’

The next item was a rare set of golden-thread Nanmu furniture, with an opening bid already in the six figures.

Austin Grant was clearly very interested and jumped into the bidding again.

Jett Sterling once again raised the price.

Vivian Quinn couldn’t help but say, "Jett Sterling, that furniture set doesn’t seem to match the style of your house."

"I have other properties."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ’Tycoons are just obnoxiously rich!’

The tycoon didn’t hold back, once again snatching the furniture set from under Austin Grant’s nose.

For the rest of the auction, whenever Private Box Six made a bid, Jett Sterling would inevitably raise it and win the item.

A dumbfounded Vivian Quinn was now absolutely certain: she hadn’t been overthinking it. Jett Sterling was deliberately outbidding Austin Grant!

’As for this childish behavior, she had only one thought... Beautifully done!’

"Mr. Sterling, are you making things difficult for Austin Grant on my account?" Vivian Quinn couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s only right to stand up for my girlfriend."

Vivian Quinn’s heart began to race uncontrollably, thumping wildly in her chest like a startled fawn. It was a feeling she’d never had before, and it left her momentarily stunned.

"Touched?" Jett Sterling’s lips curled. "I don’t mind if you repay me."

Vivian Quinn blurted out without thinking, "How do I repay you?"

The man held out his hand to her. "Come here."

As if in a trance, Vivian Quinn obeyed, rising to her feet and taking two steps to his side.

A large, cool hand took hold of her left hand.

In the next second, the world seemed to spin as she was pulled into his arms, landing on his lap.

Before Vivian Quinn could even process what was happening, his handsome face loomed large, and his lips captured hers...

"Mmph..."

Any words Vivian Quinn might have said were smothered as a jolt of electricity seemed to shoot from their touching lips through every inch of her body.

Her mind went blank, as if countless brilliant, breathtaking fireworks were exploding one after another.

Her breath was stolen away, and all she could sense was his unique, clean, alluring scent, which seemed to carry a kind of magic that made her sink deeper into the moment...

After a long moment, when Jett Sterling sensed she was about to run out of air, he reluctantly pulled away from her lips. "I’m very satisfied with Miss Quinn’s thank-you gift."

The girl in his arms, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, glared at him indignantly. "Who gave you permission to kiss me!"

"I told you, it’s a thank-you gift."

"...I never said I’d thank you like that!"

"I don’t need anything else. This is the only way you can repay me."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Let me go."

Instead of letting her go, the man tightened his grip on her waist. "Why don’t you thank me for the rest of the items all at once?"