GoodReadFor two full days, Quinn had been sequestered within the confines of the villa, with no sign of Alexander. The
relentless rain had mirrored her isolation, persisting unabated throughout the duration of her confinement. As
the weekend twilight fell, Alexander returned to find Quinn still ensconced in her corner, her body curled into
itself, immobile. His gaze flickered with an unreadable emotion as he crossed the room to gather her into his
arms. "Quinn?" he queried, his voice barely above a whisper.
She lay limp in his embrace, her breaths shallow and her eyelids fluttering but remaining closed. A sense of
urgency seized him, prompting him to whip out his cell phone and dial Soren's number.
Despite the downpour, Soren arrived drenched, his trousers heavy with rainwater. His eyes widened in alarm as
he took in the sight of Quinn in Alexander's arms.
"Alexander, what happened to Quinn?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Check on her!" Alexander commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
Startled by the urgency in Alexander's voice, Soren hastily set down his bag and began to check Quinn's pulse.
His eyes fell on the bandages wrapped around her fingers, prompting him to ask, "What happened to her hand?"
Alexander's silence was deafening, his intense gaze compelling Soren to lower his head and focus on his task.
After a moment, Soren wiped the sweat from his brow and reported, "Alexander, Quinn has fainted from hunger.
She needs liquid nourishment."
His words were measured, chosen carefully to avoid inciting Alexander's wrath. A vein pulsed ominously on
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlexander's forehead as he muttered, "Stupid woman!" He had been away for a mere two days, and she had
chosen to abstain from food and drink.
Turning his attention back to Soren, he asked, "Can you cook?"
Caught off guard, Soren nodded hastily, "Yes... yes, shall | start now?"
"Go now!" Alexander commanded.
As Soren scurried off to the kitchen, Alexander carried Quinn upstairs. Soren returned with two bottles of glucose
solution for an IV, and a pot of soup.
"Sir, it's all ready," Soren announced.
Alexander took the bowl and Sebastian, blew on a Sebastianful to cool it, and attempted to feed Quinn. But the
soup merely dribbled from the corner of her mouth, her body refusing to swallow. Soren watched from the
sidelines, his breath held in check as he observed Quinn's pallid complexion and the dry, cracked lips devoid of
color.
She was a shadow of her former self, her body worn thin by exhaustion. It had been just a fortnight since Soren
had last seen her, but the change was stark. A soft sigh escaped his lips.
The sound caught Alexander's attention, causing him to lose his grip on the Sebastian. It clattered into the bowl,
startling Soren.
"Alexander?" Soren ventured.
"Why isn't she drinking?" Alexander asked, wiping the dribble of soup from Quinn's mouth with a napkin.
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