evening. Alexander''s tense muscles eased. He advanced, extending his arm to retrieve her phone.


    "Did you miss me?" he queried, a yful tone to his voice as he returned the device to her.


    Quinn''s grip on her phone tightened, a silent battle waged within her to suppress the guilt that threatened to surface. She offered him a small, almost imperceptible nod in response. Only moments ago, she had sensed his impending return and had hastily opened their chat to type a message, uncertain if he had noticed her actions.


    "What do you need me for?" he inquired, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hair, his voice noticeably softer.


    cated through a simple gesture.


    He nced down, a smirk hidden behind his stoic expression. "Hungry enough to cry? What would you like to eat?" She pondered for a moment before responding, "The porridge, like this morning''s."


    "That won''t do," he gently refuted. "Too much porridge isn''t good for you. How about something else?" His tone was suggestive of a question, but he didn''t pause for her response. Instead, he was already dialing Kyle Astor''s number to arrange for food delivery.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    Quinn observed him, acutely aware that he was not short on funds. Since their relocation, however, he had never once contemted employing a housekeeper. The expansive vi was inhabited solely by the two of them, and Quinn single- handedly managed every household chore. Cooking, cleaning,undry-she performed all these tasks independently. Was he under the impression that she had an abundance of free time and required additional tasks to upy her? Tugging gently at his sleeve, Quinn waited for him to acknowledge her before signaling, "I want to go check on Juliet at the hospital. Has she woken up yet?" Alexander''s gaze met hers, but he offered no verbal response. A knot of anxiety tightened in Quinn''s stomach. Was he going to renege on his promise once again?


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    After a moment of silence, Alexander finally spoke, "She''s awake, but you''re still hurt. How will you visit her? Wait until you''ve recovered." Relief washed over Quinn, and she nodded in agreement.


    Alexander reached out to ruffle her hair gently, his eyes reflecting aplex emotion. It wasn''t the first time Quinn had seen that look, but she never could decipher its meaning.


    As they waited for their dinner to be delivered, Alexander''s phone rang once more. As expected, the caller was Getty. He was about to dismiss the call when the line went dead, as if the caller had sensed his intention. A secondter, the call came through again.


    With a resigned sigh, Alexander rose to his feet to answer the call. "What''s up?"


    "Alexander, can you pick me up? I''m shooting until midnight today, and I hate it! They''ve put on so much makeup, and it''s been on all day. I''m worried I''ll break out tomorrow!" Gettyined. "Didn''t the crew arrange a hotel?" Alexander queried.


    "They did, but I don''t want to stay there. I want you toe get me! It''s not that far anyway. Next month I''ll be shooting out of town; can you spend some more time with me now, please?" Getty pleaded. After a brief pause, Alexander responded, "Send me the address."


    "Will do, love you!" Getty ended the call, her voice filled with joy as she quickly sent over her location.


    In truth, Getty''s request for Alexander to pick her up was not solely for convenience. She had overheard some people gossiping about her, the other party being a prominent celebrity. They spected that her secretive sugar daddy was a distasteful elderly man, possibly even in his seventies. Unable to stomach the insult, she had decided to have Alexander fetch her to dispel the rumors.


    As Alexander turned to address Quinn, she preempted him, clutching his hand tightly. Her eyes pleaded with him, and she gestured, "Can you please not go?"