Upon touching Quinn's forehead, the driver recoiled in surprise, his gaze darting towards Walter. "Sir, it appears
she has a fever," he announced.
Walter's response was curt and devoid of emotion. "Bring her inside."
"Of course, sir."
With swift efficiency, the driver scooped Quinn up and carried her towards the villa. Walter trailed behind them,
his injured leg dragging with a noticeable limp.
Quinn had been feeling unwell since the morning, and the evening's rain had done her no favors. A fever was an
inevitable consequence. A fever that spiked at 39.5 degrees.
In her fever-induced haze, Quinn found herself lost in dreams. Dreams filled with visions of Alexander, a young
man clad in a crisp white shirt. She often dreamt of him holding her close.
In one dream, he took her to an arcade filled with claw machines. They spent hours grabbing stuffed animals,
filling an entire room with their winnings. It should have been a pleasant dream, but it took a sinister turn when
Walter suddenly emerged from the pile of toys, jolting Quinn awake.
As her eyes fluttered open, she found Walter's face uncomfortably close. She instinctively clutched her blanket,
her heart pounding as she tried to discern whether she was still dreaming or back in reality.
Walter sat at the edge of the bed, his chin propped up on his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"What did you dream about?" he inquired.
Quinn's gaze flickered, and she shifted uncomfortably under Walter's scrutiny. She pushed herself up to a sitting
position.
Walter's voice was casual, almost nonchalant. "You've been in a coma for three days, and Alexander hasn't even
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Quinn lowered her gaze, choosing to ignore him. She refused to believe anything Walter said, even if it was the
truth. The first thing she did was check her phone for any messages Alexander still hadn't added her back.
Walter sighed, rose from the bed, only to sit back down next to her. He picked up the remote and turned on the
TV. The moment the screen flickered to life, Alexander's nechoed from the speakers.
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"Alexander, can you tell us about your relationship with Getty?" a voice from the TV asked.
Quinn's head snapped up at the sound of his name. On the screen, Alexander stood next to Getty, impeccably
dressed in a custom-tailored suit, his smile polite yet distant. Getty, adorned in exquisite makeup and a
glamorous gown, smiled beside him. They were surrounded by a swarm of reporters, their questions buzzing like
a hive of bees.
"Has Alexander gotten married? Is it to Getty?"
"We've heard that you and Getty have been together for several years. Why haven't you publicly disclosed your
relationship? And why haven't we seen Getty's full face in photos with you?"
The reporters’ questions were sharp, causing Getty's smile to falter. Yet, Alexander maintained his cool
demeanor, his smile never wavering.
Once the flurry of questions subsided, Alexander surveyed the crowd, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "So, what
concern is that of yours?" he retorted.
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