Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 15: Wedding Night

Vivian Quinn scrambled to pick up the bath towel and wrap it around herself, flustered and furious. "Jett Sterling, I’m really getting angry!"

Only then did the man avert his gaze. "I’m not looking anymore."

"But you already saw everything!"

"It’s not like I haven’t seen it before."

"That was different! It was so dark that night, there’s no way you could have seen anything clearly!"

The man’s gaze deepened. "Mrs. Sterling, are you sure you want to discuss whether or not I got a clear look that night?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Vivian Quinn’s face paled with anger. "Get out! I need to change!"

The man finally wheeled himself away. Before he was even out of the walk-in closet, he heard the girl behind him muttering to herself.

"Calm down! Don’t do anything rash! If you kill him, you’ll be a widow, Vivian Quinn!"

Jett Sterling: "..."

Vivian Quinn took a deep breath and searched the wardrobe for pajamas.

Indeed, there were pajamas laid out for her. But as Vivian Quinn flipped through them, she found that each piece was skimpier than the last!

Vivian Quinn was dumbfounded. ’This Jett Sterling looks so distinguished and stoic, yet he has this kind of fetish!’

’You really can’t judge a book by its cover!’

’Besides, his behavior that night was far from abstinent.’

Vivian Quinn abandoned the entire wardrobe of lingerie and instead found one of the man’s white dress shirts to wear. It was long enough to serve as a dress.

Half an hour later, Jett Sterling emerged from the bathroom. Vivian Quinn immediately rushed over to him. "Jett Sterling, where’s my suitcase? Weren’t they supposed to bring it to the master bedroom?"

Jett Sterling’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him.

She was wearing his shirt, making her look even more petite and accentuating her long, straight, fair legs, which were dazzlingly conspicuous.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice grew a few shades deeper. "Why do you need a suitcase so late?"

"To change, of course. The nightgowns you prepared are too sheer to wear. I want to sleep in my own clothes."

Jett Sterling’s lips curled into a smirk. "You’d only have to take them off again in a little while, wouldn’t you? Hmm?"

Vivian Quinn: "..."

’She really wanted to beat this horny bastard to death!’

Jett Sterling lay down on the bed. "Mrs. Sterling, aren’t you coming to bed?"

Vivian Quinn was incredibly nervous, but she didn’t dare let it show. She turned and walked toward him with a show of confidence.

The man watched her with a leisurely air. "You’re nervous?"

"What would I be nervous about?"

"You’re swinging your left arm with your left leg."

Vivian Quinn: "..."!!!

She shuffled over slowly, when suddenly, an idea struck her. "Jett Sterling," she said, "I’m pregnant! We can’t... you know!"

The man watched her with that same leisurely expression. "’You know’ what?"

"You know what I mean! Consummating the marriage!"

"So, you’ve been thinking about our wedding night all evening," Jett Sterling said, his expression turning serious. "However, Mrs. Sterling, allow me to remind you: you shouldn’t be having such impure thoughts while you’re pregnant. I had no intention of doing anything to you tonight."

Vivian Quinn: "..."!!!

’This man is infuriating!’

She flopped onto the bed in a huff and pulled the covers over her head.

The next second, a long, strong arm scooped her into a firm embrace.

Vivian Quinn’s eyes flew open, and she glared at him. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"Sleeping!"

"I don’t want you holding me while I sleep," Vivian Quinn said disdainfully.

"We’re husband and wife. We have to."

"Who says husband and wife have to hold each other to sleep?"

"Husband and wife also have... duties to fulfill. Since we can’t do that, what’s wrong with me just holding you?"

Vivian Quinn: "..."

’Sophistry! This man is a master of it!’

She couldn’t win an argument with him and couldn’t be bothered to try. She closed her eyes and, surprisingly, fell asleep quickly.

Under the dim glow of the nightstand lamp, the man gazed tenderly at her sleeping face. After a long moment, he placed a soft kiss between her brows. "Happy wedding day, Mrs. Sterling."

...

Strangely, Vivian Quinn often suffered from insomnia at the Quinn residence, yet tonight, she slept soundly until dawn for the first time in ages.

The girl slowly began to stir. Before she even opened her eyes, a strange sound reached her ears.

It sounded like a man’s pained grunt.

Her eyes snapped open, and the first thing she saw was the man’s pale, handsome face.

"Jett Sterling, what’s wrong?" Seeing his face drenched in sweat, Vivian Quinn quickly sat up. "Is your head hurting again?"

"Yeah."

Vivian Quinn rushed to the drawer, took out her silver needles, and began applying them.

She went to the bathroom to get a towel and began wiping the sweat from his brow. "You’ve been in pain for a while, haven’t you? Why didn’t you wake me?"

The man gritted his teeth against the pain. "I wanted to let you sleep."

Vivian Quinn’s hand faltered as she wiped his sweat. In all her years in Aethelgard, no one had ever shown her such tender care.

When she first woke up, his arm had been cushioning her neck. Afraid of disturbing her, he must have been forcing himself not to make a sound.

Vivian Quinn fought back the stinging in her eyes and took his pulse. "Your pulse is erratic, and your qi and blood are in disharmony. You were poisoned recently, weren’t you?"

Jett Sterling looked at her, astonished. "You can tell all that just from my pulse?"

"Answer me first."

"Yes. It was that night. I was poisoned, and although I took an antidote immediately, my body had a strange reaction. I couldn’t control myself at all."

And then she had appeared, like a welcome rain after a long drought. He hadn’t wanted to hold back any longer.

Vivian Quinn muttered under her breath, "So he wasn’t just being a horny bastard..."

"What did you say?"

"I said it must be a side effect of the antidote!"

A faint smile touched Jett Sterling’s pale face. "You still haven’t told me where you learned medicine."

"I knew an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and just picked up the basics."

When she had first returned to the Quinn Family, she would sometimes take the maids’ pulses, but Yvonne Lawrence had scorned her for it, saying it was an unseemly skill. After that, she never treated anyone again, instead locking herself in her room to study medicine, practicing acupuncture on anatomical models.

Jett Sterling didn’t press the issue. Someone who could administer needles with such confidence was clearly being modest; her skills were far from basic.

Color gradually returned to the man’s face. He sat up and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "Good morning, Mrs. Sterling."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Jett Sterling, how do you go from being at death’s door one second to hitting on me the next?"

The man chuckled softly. "A natural talent. I’m self-taught."

"Full of yourself."

After freshening up, Vivian Quinn went to the adjacent room to get her suitcase. The moment she pushed open the door, she was stunned by the sight before her.

Before her was an incredibly luxurious walk-in closet, filled to the brim with women’s clothing, shoes, handbags, and a jewelry cabinet.

It was a woman’s paradise.

Back at the Quinn residence, Rachel Quinn also had a large walk-in closet, but it couldn’t even begin to compare to this one.

Vivian Quinn took her own clothes out of her suitcase and changed. As she was leaving the closet, Jett Sterling was exiting the master bedroom.

Vivian Quinn didn’t want to pry, but she couldn’t resist asking, "Master Sterling, just how many women do you keep to need a closet this big?"

Jett Sterling looked at her. "You didn’t notice they’re all your size?"

Vivian Quinn: "..."

It slowly dawned on her. "Don’t tell me this was all for me."

"Who else?"

Vivian Quinn froze, an indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

She felt touched, and there was a hint of sweetness, like finally getting that lollipop she’d been craving as a child.

"Mrs. Sterling, I have never kept another woman," the man said, his tone suddenly solemn. "From this day forward, I will only be keeping you. If I’m not doing it well enough, you just tell me, and I promise I will do better."