GoodReadReality abruptly reasserted itself and Quinn quickly stooped to gather the shards of broken glass scattered
across the floor. Soren, however, swiftly intervened, raising a hand in a halting gesture. "Allow me," he insisted,
"you should sit." His audacity in guiding her movements left Quinn feeling a strange unease, but she complied
nonetheless, crossing the room to sink into the plush embrace of the sofa.
Once Soren had cleared away the remnants of the shattered glass, he poured a fresh glass of water and handed
it to her. Retrieving a first aid kit, he set about rebandaging her wound with a quiet grumble of disapproval.
"Whoever did this initially neglected to apply any ointment and bound it far too tightly. Were they hoping for an
infection?" He questioned, his tone laced with irritation.
His words hung in the air for a moment before he glanced up, catching the hesitant look in Quinn's eyes. His own
widened in realization. "Could it have been Alexander?" He queried, to which Quinn responded with a tight nod.
Soren immediately fell silent, hastily assuring her, "I didn't say anything."
With the bandaging task completed, Soren regarded Quinn with a worried gaze. "Quinn, are you feeling unwell?
Is that why you can't sleep? Letcheck." His fingers found her wrist, his brow furrowing in concentration as he
sought a reason for her insomnia. Her frailty, combined with a myriad of other factors, made it difficult to
pinpoint a cause.
Eventually, he released her, coughing slightly to clear his throat. "You're just overthinking things. Try not to worry
so much, relax."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuinn's gaze dropped to her hands in her lap, her mind echoing his words. Was she overthinking? She hadn't
been consciously dwelling on anything in particular, unsure of what she should even be contemplating. How
could she be overthinking?
Soren urged her to return to bed, his mind filled with the fear of Alexander discovering them in the living room in
the middle of the night. The thought of Alexander's potential wrath sent a shiver down his spine, prompting him
to push even harder for her to retreat to the bedroom. Quinn, unable to resist his insistence, reluctantly
complied.
However, sleep eluded her. She spent the night sitting up in bed, the sound of the rain outside her only
companion. Alexander had been absent for two days, and Quinn had remained at home, not venturing to the
office. This time, though, she wasn't alone. Soren was there, not only monitoring her condition but also taking on
the role of her personal chef.
His culinary skills were passable, and despite her diminished appetite, Quinn managed to consa few bites of
the meals he prepared. Her injured fingers were also showing signs of improvement. During one of his bandage
changes, Soren informed her that the wound was healing nicely and her nails were regenerating at a rapid pace.
Quinn examined her fingers, noting the purplish hue of the nails on her three injured digits. It looked as though
they had been painted with a colorful polish. Soren, wearing an awkward expression, asked, "Quinn, how did you
get this injury? How did it even affect your nails?" Quinn paused, her lips pursing as she shot Soren a resentful
glance.
Soren quickly apologized, "Sorry, | overstepped."
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He could tell from the wound that it had been caused by a piercing object, but he was at a loss as to what kind of
accident could result in three fingers being impaled so precisely. The more he thought about it, the more he
realized it was unlikely to have been an accident. It must have been deliberate. What had Quinn been through?
From the moment he met Quinn, her health had been precarious, and now she had this peculiar injury. As Soren
was lost in his thoughts, Alexander suddenly appeared in the doorway. He was coated in dust, still clad in the
sclothes he'd been wearing when he left. His black suit and shirt were wrinkled at the collar from lack of
change.
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