Miller extended her hand to help Quinn. "For now, let''s have dinner."


    With Miller''s support, Quinn got up from bed and limped downstairs.


    Alexander, in light grey loungewear, was already in the dining room. His hair looked a bit messy. He had not much expression, but he looked young.


    Quinn''s heart fluttered slightly at the sight. Besides those indifferent eyes, he looked like the young boy in her memory, which brought a modicum of calm to her wavering heart.


    As she sat across from him, Quinn''s gaze stayed locked on him with a blend of scrutiny and suspicion.


    Alexander suddenly nced up from his phone and met her gaze briefly. In that moment of eye contact, Quinn quickly looked away.


    Quinn found the boy familiar yet she knew that he wasn''t the boy she had been thinking about.


    Alexander remained silent. After setting aside his phone, he began to eat.


    Beside him, Miller picked up the tableware while pushing the food toward Quinn, "Quinn, have a try."


    Quinn quickly snapped back to reality and started eating.


    No one spoke during the meal.


    After the meal, Miller helped Quinn to the sofa, and Soren examined her wounds.


    When Quinn lifted her pant leg, the dog bite mark, now healed into thick scabs that crisscrossed her fair skin, looked rather gruesome. However, it did not pose any significant harm to her health. Once the scars fell off, the healing process would beplete.


    But her knee looked swollen and sensitive. Soren gently pressed on it, asking, "Does it hurt?"


    Quinn nodded honestly.


    Soren was about to rmend that she get an X-ray at the hospital when he noticed Alexander''s nk stare.


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    "Your bone might have been injured. But if you can walk, it shouldn''t be serious. I''ll provide some treatment," he suggested as he massaged Quinn''s knee to reduce the bruising.


    The pain was unbearable for Quinn. She gripped the sofa, trembling all over. Cold sweat ran down her forehead.


    Alexander sat across, reading the newspaper. Since they met today, he had uttered only two words.


    He was upset clearly. But no one knew the reason.


    "It''s done." Soren put away the medicine, casting a nce at Alexander, who was still engrossed in the newspaper. Sensing the tension, Soren looked at Miller, signaling that they should leave.


    After they left, the living room was enveloped in silence.


    Restless on the sofa, Quinn''s gaze stayed fixed on Alexander.


    With no response from him, she could only sit still on the couch.


    Suddenly, Alexander got a call. He stood up and walked passed by Quinn. He smelled like roses.


    The light fragrance didn''t quite fit his icy demeanor. Ignoring his expression, one might perceive him as gentle.


    Quinn''s gaze trailed after him as he ascended the stairs to answer the call. She withdrew her gaze.


    Sitting alone on the sofa, Quinn felt out of ce and unsure of what to do.


    She lost track of time while sitting there. Alexander''s callsted an hour. When he came back, it was well past ten in the evening. From the upper floor, Alexander stood and gazed down at her quiet figure on the sofa.