Chapter 199 Marrying You Is Wonderful
Quinley was running out of steam. As Zachary noticed her exhaustion, he decided to stop.
"Rest a while. We can continue later."
Quinley collapsed against his chest, her flushed face glistening.
"No, you're too tired. Just sleep in my arms for a while. When you wake up, we'll be at Cloudrest Peak." He gently patted her back, lulling her to sleep.
"But won't you be uncomfortable like this? Do you want me to—" Her words trailed off, but her hand was already reaching below him.
Zachary caught her and kissed her palm. "We have all the time in the world. I'm not in a rush. I'm tired too. Let's try to sleep for a bit."
His arms tightened around her. Worried she'd keep thinking about his needs, he deliberately closed his eyes.
The car cruised smoothly along the asphalt road. Quinley nestled against Zachary's chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat while watching the scenic views roll by. Away from the city's chaos, her heart gradually relaxed.
She tilted her chin up to glance at him, only to catch him peeking at her with one eye open.
"You're faking it?" Quinley called him out like she'd discovered buried treasure.
He quickly played dumb, covering her eyes with his hand. "I'm very sleepy. You're feeling incredibly drowsy right now. Be good, I'll count to three and you'll fall asleep. Then we can have three hundred more rounds in our dreams."
Quinley couldn't help but laugh. "Can you even handle that?"
"You don't know if I can handle it?" Zachary's handsome face moved closer, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes.
This version of him, completely unburdened, radiated a man's vibrant energy. Quinley loved this side of Zachary.
"I know, I know. I'm scared, okay? I surrender!" Countless images flashed through Quinley's mind. Like earlier, when she'd been nervous and afraid, yet Zachary had cleverly used the car's momentum to bring her to the peak again and again. This thrilling, dangerous experience would bring extraordinary pleasure when she recalled it later.
"Good girl, close your eyes. When we reach Cloudrest Peak, I'll wake you up right away." He planted a kiss on Quinley's forehead.
That kiss seemed to carry some magic. Drowsiness washed over her immediately. Soon, Quinley fell asleep in Zachary's arms, her features relaxed, the corners of her mouth curved in a faint smile as she slept peacefully.
When the car was nearly at Cloudrest Peak, Lucas called. Zachary, afraid of waking Quinley, decisively hung up.
[Mr. Jennings, we found the bread truck driver.] Lucas sent a message instead.
Zachary's brows furrowed instantly, the veins in his hand bulging as he gripped his phone.
[Did he talk?] After a few seconds, Zachary typed back.
[He confessed. Says someone paid him to tamper with the truck. The reason it went over the cliff was because a motorcycle rammed it. The person on the motorcycle was the same one who paid him.]
[Who?]
[The guy's cautious. He contacted the driver through email. No one's seen his face. But according to his statement, this person contacted him just days ago, telling him to turn himself in to the police and take the blame for attempted murder.]
[Did he go?] Zachary pressed.
He'd just intensified the investigation, and the other party already knew. Worried Zachary would track him down, he was pushing the driver out as a scapegoat. It seemed this person was very aware of Zachary's movements.
[He went, but changed his mind at the police station entrance. Our guys happened to be staking it out and spotted him immediately, brought him in right away.]
[Mr. Jennings, how should we handle this?]
Zachary's gaze drifted to the window. The scenery was beautiful but fleeting. He looked down at Quinley and said sternly, "Keep investigating. We must find that person."
By the time the car reached Cloudrest Peak, it was already eight in the evening. The sky had darkened outside, and the Maybach pulled into the hotel's parking area.
Quinley slept exceptionally soundly this entire time, never waking once.
"Mr. Jennings, check-in is complete. You and Mrs. Jennings can go to your room now." The driver reported quietly.
Zachary waved them away. In the sealed car cabin without a trace of light, Quinley lay pillowed on his arm, completely unaware they'd arrived. He couldn't bear to wake her, wanting to let her sleep in his arms a little longer.
Eventually, Quinley stirred awake on her own. "We're here?"
She sat up from Zachary's embrace and rolled down the window to look outside. Cloudrest Peak was a tourist city famous for its natural scenery. The hotel Zachary had booked belonged to the Cloudrest Peak Leisure Resort.
To give Quinley a comfortable, relaxing place, he'd reserved the entire resort.
"Yeah, just arrived." Zachary's voice was gentle.
"Why didn't you wake me? You must be starving." Quinley glanced at the time—nearly nine o'clock.
Zachary had a sensitive stomach and needed to eat regularly.
"Let's get out. We should eat something quickly." Quinley opened the car door and stepped out, but Zachary didn't move.
"What's wrong?"
"My leg's asleep. Need a minute."
Half of Quinley's body had been pressed against his leg. After sleeping for over five hours, his leg had long since gone numb, but he'd maintained that position without moving to avoid disturbing her.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Quinley moved forward to support him, her heart aching.
"It's all my fault for sleeping so much."
Zachary, taking advantage of his size, affectionately ruffled her hair with his large hand. "Silly girl. Women need sleep to stay beautiful. You're my wife—sleep as long as you want."
The two walked hand in hand into the resort.
"It's so quiet here. Why isn't there anyone around?" The resort was impressive with exquisite decor. As Quinley walked in, staff members greeted them, but she didn't see a single other guest.
"Probably the off-season for tourism." Zachary made up an excuse.
This resort charged hefty rates, and Zachary had chosen to book it entirely. He worried that if Quinley knew, she'd fret over the expense.
Quinley, still groggy from oversleeping, felt a bit confused. "I remember winter is the off-season here. Right now should be peak season. Did I remember wrong?"
"Yeah, you definitely remembered wrong." Zachary quickly "confirmed" it.
Both were famished, so instead of going to their room, they headed straight to the resort's restaurant. The meal had been prepared half an hour before their arrival.
As they took their seats, servers immediately brought out the dishes. Each one was both exquisite and delicious.
Quinley picked up a ladle and served Zachary a bowl of chicken soup. "Your stomach's sensitive. Have some soup first."
She was still the same as before, always putting his needs first. Zachary's heart suddenly warmed again.
Before, when she was his secretary, she'd taken meticulous care of him—that had been her duty, and he'd taken it for granted without much thought. But now it was different. She was his wife, the person he'd cherish for a lifetime. He couldn't bear to see her fuss over him.
"Don't always think about me. I'm a man—I'm not that fragile. You're the woman who should be taken care of."
He insisted on pushing the bowl of soup back in front of Quinley, wanting her to drink it first.
Quinley didn't refuse again. She lifted the bowl and took a sip. The soup wasn't sweet, but her heart felt like she'd eaten honey.
"Marrying you is wonderful!" The sentiment came from deep within Quinley's heart.
Zachary was tall, handsome, wealthy, and capable. Moreover, he was devoted and faithful, treasuring her like a precious gem. Quinley felt she must have saved the entire galaxy in her past life. Otherwise, how could she have met such a wonderful man?
But for Zachary, this remark from Quinley was the greatest affirmation he could receive. He took her small hand and pressed another kiss to it.
"Being able to marry you is my honor."