Quinn was momentarily stunned as he snatched the bowl from her hand. He then grabbed her jaw and expertly poured the medicine into her mouth. The bitter medicine went down her throat, making her cough repeatedly. Most of it spilled out of her mouth and flowed down her neck into her cor.


    She grabbed Alexander''s wrist with both hands, trying to pull him away, but the difference in strength was too great; she couldn''t move Alexander at all.


    In no time, the bowl was empty. Alexander let go, and Quinn immediately clutched her throat, trying to spit it out. With nothing in her stomach, the vomiting left her feeling awful. Alexander calmly set the bowl on the table, waiting for her to finish. Then he grabbed a napkin, lifted her chin, and wiped the drool from her mouth.


    Quinn looked up, eyes red and teary. "See? If you behaved, you wouldn''t be in this mess," he said nonchntly.


    Quinn, exhausted, croaked, "Alexander, why not just kill me instead of torturing me?"


    He paused, nced at her, and said, "It''s just medicine. No need to be dramatic."


    Quinn retorted, "Why would I drink it? You keep torturing me. If my health doesn''t improve, just let me die. Stop tormenting me."


    She looked at him seriously, pleading, "For the sake of all these years, have some pity."


    Alexander''s grip tightened, making her wince. He suddenly smiled, "That''s not going to happen. You can''t die before me."


    Quinn was puzzled. His words seemed familiar. "What do you mean?" she asked.


    He didn''t exin. Instead, he tossed the napkin aside and asked, "Do you want to eat something?"


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    Quinn pressed her lips together and turned away. "No, I don''t want to eat."


    "Then go change your clothes," he said, eyeing her dirty outfit with disdain.


    Quinn didn''t want to stay with him any longer. She tried to stand but copsed after a few steps, her legs weak from vomiting.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Before she could react, Alexander picked her up. Startled, she grabbed his cor and shouted, "Put me down!"


    "Don''t move," he warned.


    He carried her upstairs, ced her on the bed, and went to the closet for pajamas. Quinn''s expression changed.


    Seeing the clothes, she quickly said, "I''ll change myself."


    "What''s there to be shy about?" he teased. He then leaned down, cing his hands on either side of Quinn and trapping her. "Anyway, I had done it before."


    Memories shed through her mind, making her cheeks blush with embarrassment. She turned her head away, saying, "I can change myself."


    He chuckled and straightened up. "Then change yourself."


    But he didn''t leave. Quinn clutched the pajamas and urged, "Get out!"


    He put his hands in his pockets and said, "If you say something that displeases me again, I don''t mind helping you change personally."