Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 271: Chapter 271

"I'll try to be quick," Quinn murmured huskily in my ear before sweeping me off my feet and carrying me into the bathroom.
I was speechless.
My husband was such a horndog—where was the justice in that?
By the time I got out of the shower an hour later, I was completely wiped out, every bit of strength gone.
Quinn toweled me dry before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me back to bed.
Quinn held me from behind as I weakly nestled against him, my mind in a daze. I was exhausted, yet unable to fall asleep.
I felt Quinn plant a gentle kiss on the back of my head. He asked, "What's on your mind?"
I rolled over to face Quinn, opened my eyes to meet his gaze, and couldn't help but ask, "If a man risks his life to save a woman, he must be in love with her, right?"
"You mean York and June?" Quinn caught on instantly, immediately grasping what I meant.
I could only nod and mutter, "I'd always thought York didn't love June."
"I've only met them a few times," Quinn narrowed his eyes, recalling. "June's feelings for York were written all over her face. But the way York looked at her, it wasn't the gaze of a man in love. It's more like he was sizing up a pawn with some utility left."
I froze, taken aback by Quinn's words.
As the saying went, only men truly understood other men.
Was York exploiting June? I couldn't deny it. After all, I knew exactly how he capitalized on her exit from showbiz to hype up "Starry River".
"So, I was surprised too when York risked his life to save June today." Quinn mused for a few seconds before shifting the topic. "But why are you suddenly so concerned about this? Does it matter to you whether York likes June or not?"
I pressed my lips together. Quinn dodged my question.
Probably only York himself would know the real answer.
I shook my head and said indifferently, "It's just that today, Mom told me a bit about York's childhood. If he could find someone he truly loves to be with him, I'd honestly be happy for him."
I didn't mention York's background to Quinn, and he tactfully refrained from pressing further.
Quinn gently stroked my hair and drew me into his embrace.
I closed my eyes, breathing in his familiar scent all night. But for some reason, I just couldn't sleep peacefully that night.
All night long, I was plagued by bizarre and surreal nightmares.
First, I dreamed of desperately running across an unknown island. Then, Benedict was lost.
Just before dawn, I dreamed that Forrest captured me. He waved a knife menacingly in front of my face and hissed, "Natalia, now you're all alone."
"Oh!" I jolted awake with a gasp, only to find that it was late morning.
Quinn had gone to work. Today was George's scheduled consultation.
After lunch, George arrived right on time, carrying his medical kit.
Noticing my distracted state, George asked me as usual, "How's your sleep quality been lately?"
I shook my head and answered truthfully, "I had a whole string of nightmares last night."
George's expression darkened with concern. After a brief hesitation, he said, "Your mental state isn't looking too good. We'll need to keep monitoring it. Starting tonight, if you have any more nightmares, write them down. I need to know how often they occur."
I didn't quite understand and asked blankly, "What do you mean by my mental state isn't looking too good?"
George fixed me with a long, searching look and said gravely, "I suspect you might be suffering from an anxiety disorder."
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and laughed. "My job and family are both perfect right now. What on earth could I possibly have to be anxious about?"