CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: USED TO BEING ALONE

Landon Sutton also felt a bit guilty; he obviously loved Shannon Quinn very much, yet he always loved to provoke her and enjoyed watching her get angry.

When she pushed him inside, she deliberately tripped him a little on the threshold — a bit petty but kind of cute.

"Shannon, come here." As soon as he entered the room, he stretched out his hand towards the cat stretching lazily.

Upon hearing the name he gave the cat, Shannon Quinn felt a rush of anger.

The cat walked over and rubbed against his leg, and Landon Sutton easily picked it up as he reached out to it. The cat was still young, so he gently scooped it up and placed it on his lap, petting its fur.

The female cat seemed quite clingy, comfortably lying on his lap, rubbing her head against his hand.

Shannon felt that leaving a person with limited mobility like him here was a bit irresponsible, but she couldn’t always watch over him, especially thinking about how Vincent Rhodes also had mobility issues; she hadn’t taken care of her own husband but came to take care of another man, which didn’t sit right with her.

Seeing there was nothing else for her to do, Shannon Quinn said, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."

Landon Sutton turned his head to look at her, nodding lightly, then lowered his gaze back to the cat on his lap.

Shannon walked to the door, looked back at his figure in the wheelchair with his back to her, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.

It seemed as if she also saw Vincent Rhodes through him, alone in his solitude.

The cat jumped down from him, clawing at the carpet and stretching lazily.

"Um... you have so many people working for you, why not send someone else to take care of you?" She didn’t dare to ask about his family, but she believed he must have more people at his disposal than just Ronan Rhodes.

Landon Sutton casually patted the cat fur on his leg, turned his head to glance at her, then turned back around, giving her the view of his nape, his voice low and tinged with a kind of loneliness, "I’m used to being alone."

Such a simple sentence, yet it pierced Shannon Quinn’s heart; she could relate to those six words.

Thinking back, when she was sick, wasn’t she also alone? She was quite familiar with this feeling.

Standing at the door silently for a moment, she softly asked him, "What do you want for dinner?"

Landon Sutton’s back stiffened, then he turned his wheelchair to face her, smiling faintly, "You’re cooking yourself?"

"If you want takeout, I can order it for you."

"I think your stir-fried beef from last time was pretty good."

Suddenly, being praised made Shannon Quinn feel shy; she stepped back a bit outside the door before asking, "Then I’ll go to the supermarket to buy it. Anything else you want to eat?"

He looked at her without saying anything, just stared straight at her with an ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Shannon felt her face flush, uneasy under his gaze, and was about to shut the door and escape when he spoke, "You make me want to marry you with that."

Even knowing he liked to tease her, Shannon’s heart couldn’t help but race when she heard this, feeling the heat rising in her ears, trying to stay calm, she said, "I’m so excellent, there are many who want to marry me. It’s normal for you to have such thoughts, but I advise you to dismiss them. If my husband finds out, your leg might be completely useless!"

After leaving her harsh words, Shannon Quinn immediately closed the door and let out a sigh of relief on the other side.

She comforted herself mentally, thinking she must have interacted with too few men and had never dated, which is why she reacted like a lovestruck girl in such situations. That must be it.

Returning to her room, she grabbed her coin purse and headed out to the supermarket.

She didn’t go far, just to a small supermarket near her home, so she didn’t drive, just a five to six-minute walk.

At the supermarket, she pushed a shopping cart, picking items from the shelves, bought beef, and planned to select some fruit.

While picking, she accidentally knocked an orange off the shelf, which rolled to the floor. She was bending down to pick it up when a hand reached out before her and picked the orange up.

"Than..." The word "thank" was about to leave her lips, but before she finished speaking, she looked up at the owner of the hand and immediately stood straight, instinctively taking a step back.

Jett Quinn smiled, reached out to place the orange back on the shelf, and looked at Shannon Quinn, "Sis, it’s been so many days, don’t you miss your brother?"

Shannon Quinn swallowed, glancing around at the people passing by, which eased her fear.

"Do you... need anything?"

"Just happened to run into my dear sister, came to say hello."

"Then I’ll be going first; I still have a lot to buy." Shannon Quinn tried to turn her cart around and leave, but Jett grabbed her cart, "Why so hurried to leave? We still have unfinished business."

Shannon’s hand tightly gripped the cart, didn’t speak, but her gaze shifted around. She didn’t know if Vincent Rhodes really sent someone to protect her, but she really hoped there was someone to help her in danger, even a stranger.

"Do you think that with Landon Sutton as your backing, I can’t do anything to you?"

"What exactly do you want?" The endless pestering, neither for benefits nor money, seemed merely to annoy her.

Jett Quinn smiled, slid his hand along the cart, stepped closer, bent down to whisper in her ear, "He was lucky last time, didn’t get killed."

Shannon’s spine stiffened, recalling that freak accident, her body covered in goosebumps.

"You’re crazy! Murder is illegal, don’t you know?!"

"What’s wrong? Concerned about me or planning to report me?" Jett’s tone didn’t reveal any fear, instead he said, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. The name of the Rhodes Family is very useful. When I say I’m the brother-in-law of the Rhodes Family’s Young Madam, all troubles vanish."

Shannon stepped back two paces to distance herself from him, looked at him like a monster, and felt somewhat frightened.

Turns out he was so rampant, using the Rhodes Family’s name to intimidate and even hired someone for murder.

Moreover, that day, he seemed not to intend to spare her either; had it not been for Landon Sutton pushing her away, she couldn’t have avoided that car accident.

"Being the Rhodes Family’s Young Madam sure is different, having bodyguards following even when going out. But you better have them follow closely, or don’t blame your brother for not warning you." After saying this, he walked away from Shannon.

Shannon took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she gripped the cart, turned to look and saw Jett was gone, then scanned the surroundings, discovering no so-called bodyguards.

Perhaps not wanting her to feel uneasy, they hadn’t followed too closely, but when she was in danger, they should come out to protect her, right?