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remained between them. Quinn lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes.
Alexander wrapped his arms around her, exhaling softly and gently stroking her hair. "It's tto sleep," he
murmured calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Quinn lay in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart, but sleep eluded her. Neither of them managed to
get any sleep that night.
At dawn, Alexander got out of bed. As he prepared to leave, Quinn opened her eyes and watched him walk to the
dressing room. He cback in a black sweater instead of his usual suit. His whole outfit was in black, giving off
an air of aloofness.
Ignoring Quinn in the bed, Alexander grabbed his coat and left without a word. After he had gone, Quinn got up
from the bed and looked out the window.
it hadn't snowed for days. The sky was clear. The snow had melted, leaving only scattered ice remnants that
spoiled the post-snow world.
Alexander skipped breakfast and went straight to the office. He had a board meeting in the morning and a visit
to the Xavier family in the afternoon, making sure that today would be anything but calm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuinn's injury was nearly healed, so she made her way downstairs to the living room, where Miller immediately
encouraged her to eat.
Sitting at the dining table, Quinn took a few bites absentmindedly, her appetite dwindling. Sensing her boredom,
Miller turned on the television for her to watch cartoons.
As Quinn sat down on the sofa, her phone rang unexpectedly. When she saw that the caller ID displayed Wayne's
name, she furrowed her brow. Her first thought was that Wayne had dialed the wrong number.
During her tat The Kennedys, Wayne usually treated her like air. He almost never spoke to her. And when he
did, it was most often about Alexander. Wayne rarely called Quinn.
Although skeptical, Quinn answered Wayne's call. "Quinn, where are you right now?" Wayne inquired. Perhaps
realizing Quinn wouldn't speak falsehoods, he quickly added, "Cto Kennedy Residence. I'll send someone to
pick you up." The call ended abruptly. Wayne had just informed Quinn of the plan rather than seeking her
opinion. Wayne rarely initiated contact with Quinn, so his proactive approach likely hinted at an imminent issue.
After the call ended, Quinn gestured to Miller, indicating that her father had called her to the Kennedy Residence.
Hesitant, Miller replied, "But Alexander doesn't allow you to leave."
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Before he could act, there was a knock at the door. A middle-aged man, recognizable as a member of Wayne's
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