"Didn''t you drive?" Alexander asked.


    Getty''s lips formed a pout, her demeanor flirtatious. "I''m terrified. Can you bear to let a fragile girl like me drive alone, particrly in such fierce winds?"


    She gazed at him with a pitiful expression. Getty was undeniably beautiful; her beauty had always been there, but it was further enhanced by minor alterations, rendering her face wless. With just one look from her, most men would easily feel vanquished.


    However, Alexander merely observed her impassively for a moment before he averted his gaze, retrieving his car keys.


    "Let''s go."


    A surge of delight washed over Getty as she looped her arm through his and climbed into his car.


    It appeared he still felt sorry for her. This realization dispelled Getty''s prior mncholy. After all, she was determined to ascertain whether he was divorced or not.


    The wind that day was unusually robust, akin to a typhoon. Many branches along the roadside had been snapped off by the wind, scattering debris across the road.


    In the courtyard of the Regal Riverside, a branch was torn off by the wind and hurled into the ss, jolting Quinn awake. Her eyes flew open as she took in the sight of branches striking the window, the cracking sounds heightening her anxiety. She rose to her feet, intending to ascend the stairs. But as she took a step, a sharp pain shot through her calf, causing her to lose bnce and tumble to the ground.


    Tears welled up in Quinn''s eyes as she clutched her calf, the pain unbearable. She took a deep breath, suppressing the pain as she shakily got back on her feet, her movements slow andborious as she began her ascent.


    The first room Quinn entered was the study. She pushed open the door to find it shrouded in darkness. The study window was shut, the faint glow of the moon outside casting an eerie light into the room, akin to a cold eye watching her. Quinn quickly shut the door and made her way to the bedroom, which was equally dark. She fumbled for the switch on the wall, illuminating the room.


    However, all she saw was an empty bedroom. The bed, the cab, everything was shrouded in white cloth. The stark whiteness seemed to repel her. Quinn clung to the door frame, her gaze vacant as she stared at the bedroom. She had no idea how much time had passed when a p of thunder outside startled her, causing her to drop to the floor. In the silence that followed, the wind and thunder outside seemed even more rampant.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Therger the vi, the more intimidating it felt. Even the slightest noise would echo. To Quinn, this vi was no different from a haunted house. She huddled on the floor, her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sounds. When Alexander returned, it was around one in the morning. His gaze instinctively drifted towards the sofa, but it was empty.


    His expression hardened as he swiftly ascended the stairs.


    Upon reaching the top, he spotted a figure hunched at the doorway.


    Quinn was curled up at the doorway, trembling as she covered her ears.


    Alexander''s eyes flickered as he quickly approached Quinn. He reached out, his handing to rest on her shoulder.


    At his touch, Quinn reacted like a frightened rabbit, falling to the ground before scrambling into the bedroom. Suddenly, her arm was seized.


    Quinn froze, her gaze fixed on the room. She remained still for a moment before slowly turning her head.


    Alexander''s face came into view, causing her eyshes to flutter.


    His lips were pressed into a thin line, his expressionplex as he studied her. After a moment, he tugged at her arm, pulling her into his embrace. "Don''t be afraid. I am here," he said.


    Quinn leaned against his chest, smelling his scent and a strange perfume.