CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 395: RESISTING TEMPTATION IS HARD

Landon Sutton explained, "I was just afraid you were too tired."

Shannon Quinn snorted coldly, "Don’t say it so nicely. If you were really afraid I was tired, you should have asked them to call your girlfriend while we were at the police station, instead of bothering me."

Landon Sutton corrected her, "I don’t have a girlfriend."

Shannon Quinn smiled, a hint of mockery in her expression.

In the past, she would have believed him without hesitation, but now, not necessarily.

She had casually asked Ronan Rhodes about him, and found out that he frequents bars daily.

In such places, even if he doesn’t make the first move, just sitting there looking the way he does, he’s bound to attract a bunch of young girls.

Not making the first move is easy, but resisting temptation is often difficult.

Now she’s at peace with it; no matter what he does outside, she no longer sees him as the man she once deeply loved.

Perhaps his survival from that accident is just heaven’s way of sparing her, and she shouldn’t ask for more.

Landon Sutton looked at her expression and asked, "You don’t believe me?"

Shannon Quinn replied sarcastically, "Whether I believe or not doesn’t matter. I think I’d better leave before you get caught in a situation you can’t explain."

With that, Shannon Quinn picked up her bag, genuinely intending to leave, not just putting on a show.

Landon Sutton wanted her to stay, but seeing the small bed and worrying she might not sleep well in a different environment, he didn’t try to persuade her.

Instead, as she was about to walk out the door, he called out, "Bring me breakfast tomorrow morning. I want some porridge, preferably homemade by you."

Shannon Quinn paused at the doorway, hearing him add, "I’m worried that what’s sold outside isn’t hygienic."

Shannon Quinn didn’t turn back or respond, closing the hospital room door and walking away.

A few seconds later, Landon Sutton threw off the covers and got out of bed.

He had been claiming he couldn’t walk, but now he was moving efficiently.

Within a couple of steps, he noticed he was still attached to an IV drip and reached up to remove the drip bottle from the stand.

Holding it high, he walked to the window, looking down, searching for where her car was parked.

Soon he saw her walking out of the building.

His gaze followed her car until it disappeared, still maintained the posture of looking out.

Only when his hand holding the drip bottle became sore did he snap out of it and returned to bed to lie down.

Shannon Quinn wasn’t worried about Landon Sutton at all, whether someone came to the hospital to accompany him or not.

Thinking about what she went through during her miscarriage, his current plight seemed trivial.

As long as there’s no life-threatening situation, she felt his suffering is deserved.

In the hotel.

Susan Wilde fell asleep watching TV not long after eating.

Simon Rhodes got up to turn off the TV and the room lights, leaving the bedside lamp lit between the two beds.

Lying in bed, less than a meter away, he watched her sleeping face in the dim lamp light.

His heart softened along with his view.

The next day.

In the morning, a light rain was falling.

Landon Sutton was awake early, went to the window several times, wanting to call Shannon Quinn, but worried it was too early and would disturb her.

Shannon Quinn usually liked sleeping in, but this morning she heard Catherine Yardley in the kitchen preparing breakfast and got up to say, "Mom, I want porridge this morning."

Catherine Yardley turned to her, a bit puzzled, "You didn’t like porridge, did you?"

Shannon Quinn replied, "Suddenly, I just want some. Can you make me some?"

Catherine Yardley asked, "Plain porridge?"

Shannon Quinn thought for a moment, "Vegetable and lean meat porridge."

Catherine Yardley muttered to herself, surprised that Shannon Quinn would proactively ask for porridge.

She remembered a time in hot weather when Shannon would only eat a small bowl if coaxed.

After breakfast, Catherine Yardley took Leo outside, leaving Shannon Quinn to get up and go to the kitchen to pack the porridge in a container before changing clothes and heading out.

She drove to the hospital, stood alone in the elevator, wondering if he had already eaten. Perhaps she might see something she shouldn’t when she arrived.

With this thought, Shannon Quinn walked delicately to the room door, tip-toeing to peer through the window to observe the situation inside.

Shannon Quinn was mentally prepared, thinking that even if she did see another girl carefully looking after him, she could probably handle it.

After scanning around, the bed was empty, without any girl.

Only upon pushing the door open did she see the man standing by the window.

Curious about what he was watching, Shannon Quinn stopped her entry.

Seconds later, she saw he turned around, frowning with apparent displeasure.

Meanwhile, Landon Sutton noticed the woman peering through the window, quickly realized what was happening, but wasn’t sure if he was already too late.

A moment ago, he had walked energetically, but immediately feigned limping as he headed towards the bed.

Shannon Quinn entered, standing by the bed, watching his leg. She grinned, "You’re recovering quickly."

Landon Sutton replied, "No, the nurse just gave me painkillers."

Shannon Quinn stifled a laugh, murmuring, "Painkillers... quite effective."

Landon Sutton, pretending awkwardly, struggled to get his leg onto the bed and asked her, "Breakfast?"

Shannon Quinn threw the bag containing the food on the bed.

Landon Sutton reached for it, feeling the warmth of the container through the bag, his mood improved significantly.

While unpacking, he pointed to the bed table at the foot of the bed and instructed Shannon Quinn, "Bring that over."

Seeing him act like a lord, recalling how he had shown no sign of being ill earlier, Shannon Quinn felt a surge of resentment.

She picked up the table, placing it directly on Landon Sutton’s leg without securing it properly.

Landon Sutton frowned, "Why did I get on your nerves again?"

Shannon Quinn feigned a smile, retorting, "I’m not angry; I just see your hands and feet are quite capable, so you shouldn’t need my help."

Landon Sutton didn’t respond, quietly adjusting the table before opening the porridge box.

Honestly, it didn’t look great; maybe it had steamed inside the container, making it seem a bit unappetizing.

But the scent was enticing.

Especially since he was hungry, and thinking she made it herself, he began eating large spoonfuls.

"Did you really make this?" he asked halfway through.

Shannon Quinn lazily glanced at him briefly before focusing back on her phone, "Leftovers from last night."

Landon Sutton paused, then continued eating, "It doesn’t seem like it. If you made it, you made it; no need to deny it. The taste is average, but I wouldn’t mind if your cooking skills were lacking."

Shannon Quinn rolled her eyes, ignoring him.