Chapter 60 Drunk Text?
Quinn's POV
I opened my mouth wide. "This is really good." My response to Dylan's cooking.
"I guess I can be a chef," Dylan said happily.
"Sure. Why not?" I ate more. Honestly, the taste of this dish reminded me of mom's cooking. Dylan really made it taste similar.
Despite the great taste, the process of making it was really full of drama. We didn't know where the other ingredients like salt, sugar, pepper, and so on were. So it was really chaotic.
But it didn't make us upset, it made us closer because this moment reminded us of when we used to help our mom cook. What happened was like a de javu of our old memories.
"I can make it happen, right?"
The spoon I'm holding is floating in the air. "Of course Dylan. You can definitely achieve your dreams. What are you worried about? The money? Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you."
Dylan shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't have enough time."
"Hey don't say that!" I snapped. It was a reflex because I didn't want Dylan to think negatively.
I went to him to apologize. "I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just… please don't think like that. You can definitely get better. You can definitely go to college in the major you like. And you can definitely become a chef. So don't ever say that again, okay?"
Dylan nodded. He then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned it when you’re trying so hard to help me recover."
"No, no, don't be sad. You said that because you needed more support. And I just want to reassure you that you'll be okay, Dylan. Even the doctor said you're getting better, right?"
Dylan nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, he said if I diligently take the medicine and undergo therapy as he suggested, then I will recover completely."
I rubbed his hair. "Well that means you have a chance. You just need to try to survive. I will always support you. So don't ever give up, okay?"
"Okay, I promise."
I raised my pinky finger. "Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise." Dylan linked his finger too.
After that, I went back to my seat and continued to eat. Sometimes I look at Dylan to make sure he’s no longer sad.
Actually, I understood Dylan didn't want to trouble me. Even when he’s being hospitalized, he’s thinking of working part-time online too. But I stopped him. I mean, it's fine if he wants to do his hobby of drawing but I don't want him to make it a job because I don't want him to be depressed while undergoing treatment.
Dylan actually has a talent for art. His drawings are really good. He once won a comic drawing competition in junior high school. Even now, his skills are improving. It's just that if his hobby became a job, I was worried that over time he would lose the pleasure of doing it and I was worried that it would make him depressed and stressed.
That's what made me convince him that I was able to pay for all our needs so he just needed to focus on healing. As for making money, let me take care of it.
"Quinn, I think I'd like to watch TV after eating."
I put my cutlery on my plate after I’m done eating. "Why? Do you suddenly feel dizzy?"
"No, I'm just tired and want to lie down while watching TV."
Panicking, I immediately stood up and approached him again. "You must be tired from cooking. This is why I forbid you from doing hard activities, Dylan."
Honestly, when Dylan said that, I became very worried. I was traumatized if the incident a few years ago repeated itself where Dylan was first caught sick after he came home from school and said he was very tired. He suddenly fainted and his life changed 180 degrees after that. So now I want to make sure what he's feeling, not because I'm overprotective but I just want to prevent it.
"No Quinn. I'm not tired just from cooking. I'm just lazy thinking. I really meant it."
"Gosh, Dylan! You're just giving me a heart attack!"
Instead of feeling guilty, Dylan grinned. He put his hands together in front of his chest. "Peace."
I rolled my eyes and stood back up. As I turned around, the smile on my face faded. For some reason, I felt like Dylan was hiding something from me. He just didn't want to tell me.
Whatever it is, I just hope it's not something bad for him.
"Just a moment, I'll go get more water," I said to Dylan. After that I got up from my seat and headed for the kitchen.
As I poured water into the glass, my phone in my pocket vibrated. There was a new message from an unknown number.
I honestly didn't guess who sent the message, but as soon as I opened it and Grayson's name appeared in the message bubble, I flipped the screen.
I leaned against the fridge while staring straight ahead with my heart beating very fast. I really didn't expect to receive a message from Grayson again. I mean, I've explained everything to him and I've also said I don't believe his claim that I'm his fated mate. So our business should be over, right? So what's the reason he's contacting me again?
"Quinn? What are you doing?"
It was because of Dylan's voice that I finally snapped out of my reverie. I put the water bottle back in the fridge and hurriedly delivered the glass to Dylan.
"You took it from the north pole, didn't you?"
I pursed my lips and kicked the blanket. "Wrong. It's not far enough. I took it from the south pole."
"Where are you going now?"
I caught my breath and stomped my feet then looked back. "Are you afraid to be alone?"
"Is Owen coming?"
"Huh? How can you think that I left because of Owen?"
Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "Just guessing. Who knows, you left because you’re gonna be with Owen."
"No, I didn't. Owen's not even here. Seriously. I just wanted to charge my phone for a bit. I'll come back afterwards."
"Okay." Dylan finally returned his focus to the TV.
After that, I immediately rushed to the room I was staying in. But not really because I wanted to charge my phone, but because I wanted to read the message from Grayson.
I read the message not because I care about him. It's just… who knows the message he sent was about the extra bonus I might get or the reduction of the contract penalty money. Yeah, that could happen, right?
Arriving at my room, I locked the door and sat on the floor. I opened the message again carefully.
It wasn't about the contract or anything related to our work. Instead, it was an apology.
I had to confirm the contents of the message several times. But the content remained the same, nothing had changed.
This is a rare phenomenon. This was the first time Grayson apologized to me.
I'm honestly very curious whether or not he’s conscious when he sent this message. Because he could’ve sent it while he was drunk. However, I couldn't reply to the message or he would think I had forgiven his mistake.
So in the end I just left the message alone after I read it. After all, if he apologises only through a message, everyone can do it too.