Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 135: Chapter 135

Just as Quinn said, deception was the most unforgivable thing.
Since I discovered the truth behind my father and Bernie's affair, I hid it from my mother. It was no different from helping him lie to my mother.
"What should I do?" I buried my face in Quinn's shoulder and murmured, "I don't want mom to be sad, but I don't want to lie to her either."
"No one wants to hurt the people closest to them, but white lies are still lies," Quinn said softly.
I looked up at him and said, "I've already made up my mind."
"What are you going to do?"
"I want to find a suitable opportunity to tell my mother the truth about my father's affair. It is better in the long run."
Quinn nodded. "Alright, no matter what decision you make, you have my support."
"Thank you. What you just said is very important to me." I smiled knowingly.
Forrest instructed Jim to reveal Ben's affair to the public was to start a dispute.
Thinking of this, I asked worriedly, "Forrest's plan has failed today. Will he continue to plot against us?"
"It's very likely." Quinn thought for a moment and said, "Since he didn't succeed this time, there will be a next time. However, no matter what method he used, the one who will be hurt in the end will be your mother."
I couldn't help but clench my fists, and I felt tense.
I have personally experienced the hardships and sadness of a failed marriage.
My father was the main culprit who ruined his marriage. He had betrayed my mother and broken his promise.
"Don't think about it. You've been busy all day. Are you tired?" Quinn suddenly changed the topic.
I smiled at him and nodded gently. "I'm indeed a little sleepy."
"Then I'll get hot water ready for you. Take a good bath and let your body relax," Quinn suggested.
Seeing that he was getting up to go to the bathroom, I quickly grabbed his wrist.
"No, I'll manage." I got up and went to the closet to get my nightdress. I walked into the bathroom without looking back.
Although we got married again, it was still our first night. Some things would definitely happen.
I sat in the bathtub in a daze. I was married to Quinn once and even had a child.
However, when I thought about how we were going to share a bed and consummate our marriage tonight, I still couldn't help but feel nervous. I didn't know why I felt nervous.
When I slowly came out of the shower, Quinn was already waiting with a hairdryer. "Come here. I'll blow-dry your hair."
I was stunned. For the past three years, he would only order me to dry his hair after washing up when he was in a good mood.
I didn't even dare to think that Quinn would volunteer to dry my hair.
I stared at the hairdryer in his hand and didn't know what to do.
Perhaps it was because we had Benedict, or it was because of the novelty of remarrying. During this period, Quinn was exceptionally gentle.
I didn't know how long Quinn was going to be so gentle.
"I don't think that's necessary." All I wanted to do now was crawl under the covers and pretend to be asleep.
He looked at me gently and insisted, "It's not good to sleep with wet hair. Come quickly."
I had no choice but to walk over and let him dry my hair.
I sat quietly in front of him and felt his slender fingers run through my hair. It was a unique and reassuring feeling. I couldn't help but close my eyes.
A few minutes later, the sound of the hair dryer stopped.
I opened my eyes subconsciously and realized that the water droplets from my long hair had made his shirt wet.
"I'm going to take a shower." Quinn unbuttoned his shirt.
I looked at his firm chest and perfect muscles. Suddenly, my mouth felt dry.