Never Truly Over Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“It was I who beat him up. If he has a problem, he can come to me directly,” Cameron said, taking Quinn’s hand and leaving the room amidst the stunned gazes of everyone around.

He didn’t let go of her hand even after they entered the elevator. As the doors closed, the confined space held only the two of them, standing side by side. Neither spoke; silence enveloped them. The only sound was the blinking numbers above the door as the elevator ascended.

Quinn felt her heart racing uncontrollably, and her injured foot throbbed painfully. She subtly shifted her weight to her uninjured left foot. It was a minor adjustment, but Cameron, holding her hand, sensed every movement.

Turning to look at her slightly sweaty forehead, he asked in a low voice, “Are you injured?”

Surprised he’d noticed, Quinn nodded slightly, still flustered.

“Where?” he asked, his tone even lower, tinged with concern.

“I sprained my foot,” she replied softly, avoiding his gaze.

The elevator doors opened on the top floor as she finished speaking. Quinn lifted her foot, intending to limp out, but Cameron scooped her up before she could take a step. Her head rested against his chest; the faint scent of his cologne filled her nose, reminding her of something from her past she couldn’t quite place. Many nights two years ago, she had fallen asleep with that scent surrounding her.

Startled by his sudden action, she struggled to get down.

“Do you want to fall and hurt your other foot too?” he whispered softly.

Quinn immediately stilled, allowing him to carry her. But her heart raced wildly, feeling as if it might burst from her chest.

He carried her out of the elevator and into the presidential suite. Harry, having breakfast nearby, froze, his mouth agape as if he could swallow a whole egg.

“Go grab an ice pack,” Cameron instructed, gently placing Quinn on the sofa and turning to the still-stunned Harry.

Snapping out of his daze, Harry hurried to the fridge and grabbed an ice pack. He was contemplating whether to hand it to Quinn when Cameron’s hand reached out first.

Before Harry could express his shock, he saw Cameron kneeling on one knee, his body half-crouched before Quinn. He carefully helped her slip off her injured foot’s high heel and then placed the ice pack on it.

What was happening? The proud CEO of the Sutton family knelt before a butler, applying an ice pack. The odds of such a thing happening were zero, yet it was unfolding before Harry’s eyes. He could hardly believe it!

The sudden cold made Quinn shiver slightly, the heat and pain in her ankle subsiding almost instantly.

“Does it still hurt?” Cameron asked, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His deep, dark eyes sparkled like rare gems, casting a soft light on her.

Quinn momentarily lost herself in his gaze. Then, quickly nodding before realizing something, she shook her head. “No… it’s not that bad. It’s… much better now.”