Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 270: Chapter 270

York had always been strong-willed. Ever since I met him, I'd never seen him look sickly or weak.
Even now, fresh out of the operating room after his narrow escape, York appeared perfectly composed.
I couldn't help but think of Quinn.
Those two were really cut from the same cloth in this regard.
Maybe this was just male pride.
"You just woke up, and the doctor said you need close monitoring. I—" Shirley was a little worried and wanted to stay.
With a reassuring smile, I cut her off. "Mom, don't worry. There's a nurse on duty outside tonight to keep an eye on things. Besides, didn't York say he's waiting for you to go home and make him that chicken broth he loves?"
As soon as I finished speaking, York suddenly snapped his head up, his brown eyes inscrutable as they fixed on me. I had no idea what he was thinking.
After a moment, York curved his lips into a faint smile and reminded me, "Remember to take Mom home first."
"Like I need you to tell me that?" I rolled my eyes at York and took Shirley's arm, leading her out of the hospital ward.
I took a cab and dropped Shirley off at the Smith family's residence first. By the time I got home, it was nearly midnight.
Benedict had already fallen asleep with Quinn by his side before I got home.
I quietly slipped into the bedroom, tucked Benedict in, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
As I gazed at Benedict's peaceful sleeping face, my thoughts drifted to York before he was adopted.
At the same tender age of three or four, their childhoods couldn't have been more different.
Thinking of York burning with fever and unconscious in a rundown village house, nearly losing his life, I felt a little sympathy for him.
I sighed and quietly backed out of Benedict's room.
Quietly closing the door behind me, I turned around—only to bump my forehead against a broad chest.
The familiar scent of mint tickled my nose.
Unfazed, I looked up at Quinn and murmured, "You're still awake at this hour?"
"I can't sleep without you in bed." Quinn's strong arms encircled my waist. He nuzzled his chin against my forehead like a clingy puppy, then pouted, "And here you are, only having eyes for Benedict."
I let out a soft chuckle and playfully grumbled, "Are you even jealous of Benedict now?"
Quinn was being unusually gentle tonight. Without another word, he pulled me close and murmured against my ear, "How's York doing?"
"Well, he's awake now and seems out of the woods," I replied.
After such a serious incident, Quinn was the first to get the news.
While I was at the hospital, he didn't call me, but it was clear he'd been worried about me all along.
He never liked York, but since York was my brother, Quinn still cared about him, for my sake.
Deeply moved, I reached up to cradle Quinn's face, rose on tiptoe, and planted a kiss on his lips. "Quinn, thank you."
His starry eyes instantly blazed with intense heat.
After I kissed him, before I could pull away, I suddenly felt Quinn's hand give me a teasing squeeze.
The next moment, I was pressed up against his body.
I heard Quinn's deep, husky breathing by my ear as he murmured in that sexy, rough voice, "Are you tired?"
I froze. Even someone as oblivious as I could tell what Quinn wanted.
I'd had a long, exhausting day. Couldn't he just wait until another day?
My face flushed as I instinctively nodded. "I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep."