Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 244: Chapter 244

My heart pounded swiftly as Quinn's handsome face drew closer, so close that I could feel his breath. Without thinking, I closed my eyes.
I thought he would kiss me. I waited, but the warmth of Quinn's lips never came. Instead, I heard his deep, teasing chuckle in my ears.
I snapped my eyes open only to find Quinn wearing a triumphant smirk. Realizing Quinn was messing with me, I blushed with embarrassment and annoyance. I grumbled, balling my fist and punching him.
Quinn was quick to react. His large palm caught my fist effortlessly. Using his body weight, he pinned me down onto the bed.
"What... What are you doing?" I gasped, my heart pounding. I was still recovering!
"What would you like me to do?" Quinn's deep, sexy voice brushed against my ear, his warm lips barely grazing my skin as he spoke.
Just then, I heard a knock at the door. The housekeeper called softly, "Sir, madam's medicine is ready."
"Let me go!" I said hurriedly, then frantically tried to push Quinn away with both hands.
"I'll let you off this time. Focus on recovering," Quinn said, tapping my nose playfully before straightening up and instantly regaining his usual composed demeanor. "Come in."
The housekeeper brought in a steaming bowl of traditional medicine, and Quinn carefully fed me himself.
The housekeeper said, "Sir, Dr. Johnson wanted me to inform you that he had to leave urgently."
"Alright. You may go now," Quinn said.
I froze for a moment, thinking to myself that George must have felt I had exposed him and had no mood to stay here any longer. "Dr. Johnson is quite busy," I murmured, thinking of this.
"Clarissa's health condition has been unstable lately. It's only natural Dr. Johnson needs to spend more time caring for her," Quinn said.
Observing Quinn's expression, I teased, "Dr. Johnson is a compassionate doctor, but don't you think he goes the extra mile for Miss Terell? What do you think, Quinn? Perhaps he has feelings for her?"
Quinn froze for a moment, then deftly changed the subject and said, "Right now, your top priority is to focus on your recovery, so stop gossiping about George. By the way, you should skip the press conference the day after tomorrow."
I could not figure out what Quinn was thinking. Did he keep me from the "Starry River" press conference to stop me from seeing Clarissa?
I tried not to let my imagination run wild. Even if Quinn really thought that way, he was just concerned about my health. But I refused to back down.
The film press conference the day after tomorrow is crucial. The CEOs of Maple Media and Madden Group, along with the entire film crew, would all be there.
"I don't want to stay home and rest. 'Starry River' is the very first film project I've followed through from the beginning to its end. I know your concern, but I promise I won't make things difficult for you.
"Quinn, I trust you. So please, trust me too, okay?" I went straight to the point and said, and then looked at him intently without taking my eyes off him.
As I finished speaking, Quinn sighed softly and gently stroked my hair. "Don't get me wrong," he said, "I'm just concerned that seeing her might upset you. But I respect your decision."
The days of recovering at home flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for the film press conference.
The venue was filled with people. Reporters, equipped with various professional cameras, were livestreaming the initial collaboration between two corporate giants, the Madden Group and Maple Media.
Amid the crowd, Raelynn found me. "Hey, Natalia, I thought you'd come with Mr. Madden?" she said.
I chuckled and teased her, "Have you forgotten? I'm here representing Maple Media. Since your boss is running late, shouldn't you be chasing him up?"