Kaitlyn and Alexander locked gazes, their silent stare-down akin to a fiercepetition. As Kaitlyn''s thoughts raced, her anger swelled, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms.


    She was resolute. She would not stand by and let him betray her or harm her people for another woman''s sake.


    After what felt like an eternity, Alexander finally broke the silence. "Of course not."


    Kaitlyn''s brows furrowed in confusion. "You didn''t send the Evelyn Reed away?"


    "Of course not."


    "I want to believe you, Alexander. But if she''s not found, I''ll hold you responsible," Kaitlyn warned.


    A soft chuckle escaped Alexander''s lips, devoid of any discernible emotion. He rose from his seat, towering over Kaitlyn. "Why not just outright use me of taking her?"


    "The Evelyn Reed has been with me for years. She''s one of the few I trust implicitly. I won''t let anything happen to her," Kaitlyn dered, her gaze unwavering.


    "I wish you luck then, and I hope you find her soon," Alexander replied, hands sliding into his pockets as he made his way to the door.


    "Alexander, when will you get a divorce?" Kaitlyn called out after him.


    But Alexander offered no response, leaving Kaitlyn with nothing but the sight of his retreating back.


    Outside, the rain continued its relentless downpour.


    By the time Alexander returned to Regal Riverside, dawn was breaking, and the rain had intensified. Soren was fast asleep on the couch, the thunderous sounds of the storm failing to stir him. It took a swift kick from a visitor to rouse him. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Soren found himself staring at a figure standing before him. Instantly, he was alert. "Mr. Kennedy, you''re back!"


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    "Is she awake?"


    "Yes, she woke up a while ago, but she should be asleep again now."


    With a nod, Alexander ascended the stairs, pushing open the bedroom door to find Quinn sitting by the bedside. Her face was a mask of calm, betraying no emotion as she regarded the man at the door. Only the throbbing pain in her fingertips served as a stark reminder of past events.


    Memories, too deeply etched to be forgotten, haunted her. The signing of the divorce papers, the blood stains on the agreement - they were all too vivid. As Alexander approached, her eyes tracked his every move.


    He exuded an icy aura, his wet sleeves chilling to the touch. As he reached out to touch her face, the water from his sleeve brushed against her skin, amplifying the cold. Quinn tilted her head slightly, evading his hand. Alexander didn''t insist. He withdrew his hand, asking, "Are you feeling better?"


    Quinn nodded, offering no further response.


    His gaze fell on her fingers. "Are your hands still hurting?"


    Quinn shook her head.


    "About the divorce paper..." Alexander began, his voice trailing off as Quinn''s gaze flickered nervously, as if fearing the regret that might color his words.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    Alexander held her gaze, his eyes a well of inscrutable emotions. After a moment, he spoke again. "When you''re better, we''ll get a divorce."


    Quinn''s fingers tightened around the corner of the nket, the pain in her fingertips forgotten. This divorce was not what she had anticipated. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the anger and nervousness that had previously apanied their discussions about divorce.


    His calmness was as if he was suggesting they go out for a pleasant meal once she felt better. Perhaps he was as weary as she was, tired of the constant tension that arose whenever Getty was around. After all, even the most enduring hearts could tire from too much strain.