GoodReadThe digital representation of the individual was an avatar clad in a black suit, the usernsimply "N." Quinn
was on the brink of perusing his social media profile when he preempted her, sending a message, "Hello, are you
in need of legal assistance?"This confirmed her suspicion. He was indeed a lawyer, rendering any further
investigation into his social media presence unnecessary.
As Quinn deliberated on how to respond, "N" dispatched another message, "Not many possess this number, so
you must have been recommended by a mutual acquaintance. I'm at your service."
His eagerness seemed incongruent with the demeanor one might typically expect from a formidable lawyer. Her
fingers quivered over the keys as she typed, "I require sadvice. What should | address you as?"
"N" responded, "You can addressas Nicholas."Quinn promptly saved his contact information under the name
Nicholas. She was about to relay her predicament when the sound of footsteps at the door startled her. She
swiftly stowed her phone in her pocket.
Turning, she confirmed her suspicion. It was Alexander at the door. Rising from the couch with a newfound
urgency, Quinn's gaze was fixed on the entrance. Alexander shrugged off his coat and made a beeline for her,
discarding the garment onto the sofa as he closed the distance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What was your business at the hospital today?" Alexander's countenance betrayed nothing, his expression
unreadable. It was challenging to discern whether his question was borne out of concern or suspicion.
Quinn hesitated before responding, "Just a minor cold.""A cold?" he echoed. She confirmed with a nod. An
uncomfortable silence ensued, broken only when Alexander's gaze abruptly fell on a business card on the coffee
table. Quinn's heart fluttered in panic, and as she moved to retrieve it, Alexander beat her to it. He scrutinized
the card before casting her a loaded glance.
A single bead of sweat trickled down her anxious forehead. She wondered, 'Could he sense something was
amiss?’
To her relief, Alexander merely glanced at her before carelessly tossing the card back onto the table, "If you're
unwell, rest and retire early." With that, he turned and ascended the staircase.
Quinn released a long, relieved sigh, picked up the business card, and ripped it into shreds before discarding it
into the trash. Her thoughts drifted to the untouched dinner, and she inspected the kitchen. The refrigerator was
filled with groceries, courtesy of Juliet. The thought of Juliet only served to dampen Quinn's spirits further.
She prepared pasta mechanically, serving two portions before realizing that Alexander might have already eaten.
Alone at the dining table, Quinn quietly consumed her pasta. The other plate of pasta gradually cooled, its
contents drying and crumbling.
After cleaning up, taking her medication, and settling on the sofa for the night, she woke the following day to
find Alexander gone and a blanket draped over her.
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