"Alright." The nanny hustled to tidy up the bed, her nerves spiking when she spotted the diaper on the floor. Wait, was the intruder wearing a diaper?


    Nah, it had to be a thief with a kid. In all her years, she''d never seen such a whack job.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    She quickly gathered the stuff on the bed and took it out,ing back with fresh sheets and bedding in no time.


    A few minutester, she finished making the bed and turned to Alexander, who was chilling by the window. "Mr. Lynch, the bed''s ready."


    Alexander nodded. "You can go now."


    "Should, uh, should we call the cops?" she asked, all hesitant.


    "No need. Just leave," Alexander said, cool as a cucumber.


    The nanny awkwardly shuffled out and closed the door behind her.


    Quinn was hiding in the closet, her mind racing with all sorts of thoughts about how to face him.


    But he didn''te in.


    A flicker of doubt crossed her mind. She quietly stepped out from behind the wardrobe and saw him sitting in the outer room by the window, casually flipping through a book. He wasn''t looking for anyone, nor did he leave the room to give her a chance to sneak out.


    Quinn couldn''t figure out if he wanted to see her or not.


    Sprout also saw Alexander outside and made cooing sounds, like he was urging her to go to him.


    Despite everything, he could pretend not to know there was someone in the room, seriously reading his book.


    Since he was pretending not to see, Quinn didn''t bother to hide anymore. She carried Sprout and walked out boldly, acting like he didn''t exist, heading towards the door. Just as she reached the door, she heard Alexander''s voice behind her. "You''re being a bit too much."


    Quinn paused and turned to look.


    Alexander closed his book, ced it on the table, and turned to look at her.


    Quinn met his calm gaze, her eyes flickering and anger slowly bubbling up inside her.


    "So why are you pretending not to see? If you don''t know me, why not call the cops or kick me out?" she questioned, staring straight at Alexander.


    Sprout in her arms cooed in sync with her, making it hard to know which voice to listen to.


    Alexander stood up from the sofa and walked towards her. Quinn stood her ground, watching him without backing down.


    He stopped in front of her, his gaze falling on her face. He looked at her for a long time before suddenly letting out augh.


    Seeing the fleeting smile on his face, Quinn was slightly stunned. For a moment, she seemed to see the familiar Alexander.


    His ambition and arrogance were evident in that smile, forming a stark contrast to the calm demeanor she had seen in theirst two encounters.


    But it was only for a moment; he quickly reverted to his indifferent expression.


    He said, "If you don''t leave now, I might really call the cops."


    Quinn was stunned again. She stared at Alexander, wishing she could tear off his mask and see the true face beneath it.


    "Fine, go ahead and call the cops," Quinn said defiantly.


    She was betting that he wouldn''t call the cops.


    But this time, she lost. Alexander took out his phone and started dialing.


    Quinn''s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him.


    "Alexander, why? Why do you lie to me over and over again? Were all the things you said lies?" Quinn questioned.


    Alexander''s hand paused mid-dial, and he looked up at her.


    Clenching her fingers, Quinn continued, "Was it a lie when you said you wanted to start over with me? In Municity, you risked your life to save me time and again. In Las Vegas, you refused to leave even if it meant dying. Were all those things lies?"


    As she spoke, memories of the past flooded her mind, and her eyes involuntarily reddened.