GoodReadAlexander's gaze was fixed intently on Quinn, a penetrating stare that drew her attention upwards to meet his
eyes.
In his gaze, she detected a hint of puzzlement, an expression she couldn't quite decipher.
Nonetheless, she offered him a gentle smile in response, her lips curling up slightly at the corners. Without
warning, Alexander closed the distance between them, leaning in as if attempting to decipher a secret etched on
Quinn's face. In response, Quinn pursed her lips and tenderly raised her hand to caress his cheek. She gestured
towards him, her voice soft yet firm, "I've caught a cold, | wouldn't want you to fall ill."
Unfazed, Alexander replied, his voice a low murmur, "I'm not afraid." His eyes remained fixed on her, unwavering
in their intensity.
In a swift movement, Quinn leaned in and planted a quick peck on his cheek, as light as a dragonfly's touch,
before retreating.
Alexander's lips pressed into a tight, straight line. He reached out, his hand enveloping hers, yet he remained
silent, his gaze burrowing into her eyes.
With an air of confidence and without a trace of fear, Quinn met his gaze. Her eyes were clear and unguarded,
devoid of the panic or alienation that had plagued her earlier that day.
It was as if they had been transported back to a tlong past, and this was the source of Alexander's
bewilderment.
Was Quinn capable of acting? The answer was a resounding no; the sincerity of her expressions was transparent,
impossible to fake.After a moment of silence, Alexander leaned in once more, seeking her lips. As their lips met,
Quinn closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment.
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watched Alexander retreat from the room. Just as he was about to close the door, his gaze lingered on Quinn,
who lay quietly in bed, her hands tucked under her cheek, watching him intently.
A flicker of something unidentifiable passed through his eyes before he finally closed the door.As the medicine
took effect, Quinn's eyelids grew heavy, surrendering to the pull of sleep.In the dead of night, she awoke
abruptly, her gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling.
A realization hit her - Abigail had left for abroad. She had departed from Amber Bay a month ago, a scheme
orchestrated by Walter with Alexander's silent approval. How could she have forgotten such a crucial detail?...
The following morning, Alexander was nowhere to be found.
After waiting for the rain to cease, Quinn sent Alexander a text, informing him that she was heading to the
hospital as her fever had worsened.
Shortly after, Doctor Hughes arrived."Quinn, are you still running a fever? Letexamine you," he said, setting
down his medical bag and reaching out to check her pulse.
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forgetting things and then remember them later?]She had indeed experienced memory lapses before, but they
were minor and hadn't concerned her once she remembered them. It was only during a recent conversation with
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