Alexander thought to himself, ''Does Quinn deal with this kind of chaos every single day?''


    But he was off the mark. When Sprout was with Quinn, he was usually a little angel, only causing trouble now and then.


    With everyone else, though, Sprout was a total handful.


    Quinn felt uneasy about leaving Sprout with Alexander, so she got up early the next morning, fried a few eggs in a hurry, and headed over to Alexander''s ce. She pushed open the door. It was so quiet inside, she figured Alexander and Sprout must''ve had a peaceful night.


    She went upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and found a mess but no one around.


    She checked another room, which was also unlocked, but it was empty too, just a messy bed showing signs ofst night''s chaos.


    Feeling puzzled, she moved to another room.


    This was Alexander''s study, where she had been the night before.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    Pushing open the door, she finally found them.


    Alexander was sprawled on the sofa, with Sprout lying on his chest, both covered with a thin nket.


    Quinn pursed her lips and tiptoed over, lifting the nket to take a peek. Sprout wasn''t wearing any clothes, his little butt still bare.


    She turned her head and suddenly locked eyes with Alexander.


    She quickly covered them back up with the nket. "Why are you sleeping here?"


    Alexander sat up from the sofa, wrapping the sleeping kid in the nket. Before he could speak, he coughed twice.


    "What''s up with you?" Quinn asked.


    Waving his hand, Alexander replied, "Nothing, Sprout was just too fussy and finally fell asleep."


    Quinn forced a smile and said awkwardly, "I forgot to tell you, he''s a night owl and sleeps during the day."


    "Yeah, I figured that out," Alexander said, rubbing his forehead and taking a moment to calm down. "Since you''re here, could you please clean up your son''s mess fromst night?" ''What do you mean? Isn''t he your son too?'' Quinn thought to herself.


    Of course, she didn''t say it out loud. She noticed Alexander looked a bit worn out, not sure if it was fromck of sleep or something else.


    She agreed and went out to help tidy up the bed.


    In the small bedroom, Quinn rummaged through the cab for a nket. As she was pulling it out, something fell.


    It was a familiar velvet box.


    She paused, picked it up, and opened it to find a ring.


    Quinn stared at the ring, momentarily lost in thought, feeling like she had seen it somewhere before but couldn''t ce it.


    The box was a bit old, with worn edges.


    When she closed the box and put it back in the cab, she saw a photo inside.


    Picking it up, she saw it was a photo of them together.


    If there was any doubt before about whether Alexander had lost his memory, this photo was proof that he hadn''t.


    Alexander had been carrying it with him all along.


    "Are you done?"


    Alexander''s voice came from behind, and Quinn instinctively turned to look.


    When Alexander saw the photo in her hand, his eyes flickered.


    The atmosphere in the room got awkward for a moment.


    Quinn snapped out of it, put the photo back, and said, "Almost done."


    Alexander didn''t say anything more.


    Quinn lowered her head, took off the bed sheets, and reced them with new ones.


    "There''s another room," Quinn said.


    With that, she hurriedly walked past Alexander, went to the master bedroom, found new sheets, reced them, and took the old ones downstairs to the washing machine. Just as she got downstairs, she saw Alexander sitting in the living room, his back to her, with a cigarette between his fingers.


    Since their reunion, Quinn had never seen him smoke until now.