Quinn shrugged. “Don’t worry about me. They can kill me for all I care.”
Frank was actually surprised to see her acting tough.
“Fine. Get in,” he said and was left watching as she limped toward his car, struggling to get inside.
It was clear that even with his miraculous Ichor Pill, one night was too brief for Quinn to fully recover—it only stopped her injuries from deteriorating at best.
In fact, moving would have ruptured it, and Quinn was bleeding from her lap even as she rode shotgun.
She was silent throughout their journey, her eyes staring ahead.
Frank’s phone rang with a call from Janet Zimmer just then. “Frank… Have you seen the woman last night? She’s gone when I woke up this morning! Her injuries are still very severe, and her bones haven’t been realigned. I’m afraid…”
“Don’t worry,” Frank said quietly, hearing the concern in Janet’s voice even as he glanced at Quinn’s shaking fingers and bleeding legs. “She’s with me. I’ll treat her myself.”
“Oh, I see…” Janet sounded clearly disappointed.
Then, as she mustered her courage to ask if Frank had time for dinner, she was left listening blankly to a static beeping as Frank had already hung up.
She sighed softly.
–
On the other hand, Frank was driving as he quietly said, “Let’s stop by a hotel.”
“A hotel?” Quinn did a double take, her gaze troubled.
Frank did not notice it and picked a hotel at random, booking a room.
Right after she helped Quinn into their room, Frank pointed at the room and ordered, “Take off the blanket and lie down.”
“Yeah.”
Quinn sat on bed, pulling off her blanket and taking off her bleeding clothing.
When Frank returned from the bathroom with a box of needles, he found her naked and avoided his gaze.
Frank did a double take before averting his eyes as well. “Why did you take everything off?! Put your underwear on!”
Quinn’s lips parted in confusion toward his outburst but ultimately stayed silent as she put on her underwear.
Just doing that ruptured more of her wounds.
She bit her lip as she watched Frank walking toward her, his arms outstretched and ready.
“B-Be gentle,” she moaned nasally.
Her voice left Frank’s juices flowing.
There was no doubt that Drakon Salazar had good taste—Quinn was beautiful. Though she would still be dull in comparison to Vicky or Helen, she had the edge in maidenlike vulnerability.
And at the moment, she was gently biting her lip, her cheeks flushed.
Coupled with her long legs, fair skin, elegant figure, and the many bloody gashes covering her body, a man’s darkest and vilest desires would be set aflame… and become bent on violating this delicate flower in the crudest manner possible!
Frank breathed a long sigh to compose himself, his eyes flashing with a golden spark.
He had no interest in Quinn’s body—he had gotten a room just to get some privacy and test a special acupuncture technique that he had learned from Mystic Sky Sect.
